We took the twine we used to use. To tie up tight our tattered shoes. Twisted twigs and crooked cross. A necklace for the deeply lost. . Builder with the broken bricks.
It's the smell of hot summertime trash. It's the city noise of a busy street. It's a train derailed and two car head-on freeway crash. Each time we meet.
In a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile. Little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile. A fumbling reply, an awkward, rigid laugh. And I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft.
Without a queen the locust swarm. Turned the ground to black. Descending like a shadowy tower. On a fish's back. . And scattered the sticks. Who crawled like snakes in the sand.
'I do not exist'. We faithfully insist. Sailing in our separate ships. And coming in tiny caravel. Tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying. . Like the horseshoe crab.
In a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile. Little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile. A fumbling reply, an awkward, rigid laugh. And I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft.
In a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile. Little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile. A fumbling reply, an awkward, rigid laugh. And I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft.
Everything I thought I'd learned. The ambition and delusion turned. To drawings on a loose leaf sheet. Of figs and fruits I couldn't eat. . What in her do I require?.