Being a prepubescent boy of twelve, and death
was a tent
under which we and others would know no sleep.
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Because nothing grew there when I was young.
For so long it was barren.
Flowers that bloom deep purple and red.
Pink flamingos that soar high over head.
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Wading through the sand hip deep
too reach the edge
that drops off into the rolling thunder
an abyss of blinding yellow partial conciliated light
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Oh and your blinking pink God,
tonight the phone calls so hurried
and come they do one after the other.
Yes i am the turd you dug out of your
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Seeing all of me, just as I am
the waters soft touch upon me.
Coming out/in from the sea
like the waves lapping up, 'behind you.
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I gave up unto you my only son
in February of ninteen and eighty nine.
And if and when he comes searching
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as simple is it not as simple that it does
and i am one only to you
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Swords and guns fall from the hands of the living
and wreaths for the dead come alive.
Come, as I softly ask
do you not even now have the big picture that none
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Yellow a flower
the green wheel a field
and their I stand
with you up in the middle
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Guard are only trained as guards
are guards are razor wired and armed to kill control.
Those the menataly ill,
have control of a cell inside of their mind is all.
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