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Thursday, October 13, 2011

alladin



weakly wonderful and saddened
tied onto the back of a car
dragged along a path like aladdin
a genie playing her guitar
you can be the one to believe me
you can be that wonderful girl
and i will try like hell to remember
to step with care in such a world

tomorrow i will start to be happy
flesh and bone scattered on the shores
imagining that silence is the thing
in forty five minutes or so
spare us all words of your weapons
the long numbers that rocket the mind
and allow me the sin of redemption
not just the waves of my own fire

scattered black seeds of the future
little waves with their soft white eyes
turn all those birds loose for
nothing lasts long in the sky
morals and religion and manners
with people still mocking the race
the world is full of invisible things
a stone look on the sorrowful face

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