PARADE
i once knew an old nun
she had hands like
shards of ice
i once knew a jazz pianist
he had hands like
flowing water
i once knew a phantom child
she had hands
like rising vapor
soon, soon i'll join that wondrous parade
all, all the things the good lord has made
i once knew a single mother
she had hands like
plastic flowers
she used to
adorn her daughters room with
i once knew a supreme court judge
he had hands like
rotten paper in archives
soaking up
murderous ink and
i once knew a prostitute
she had hands like
wet cardboard
she used to
build herself a home in
soon, soon i'll join that wondrous parade
all, all the things the good lord has made
sleep is defeat
stay up and swallow the faces
the night hours bring
and what do mornings
in your room look like
faces turned to dust
dancing in the sunlight
and rage takes energy
eat your breakfast
read poetry
say i know myself
better than you
say do da da da do da da da do
see how the world
keeps on moving without you
say ah-ah what a relief
say do da da da do

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