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| Nearing Baton Rouge The bayou's lethal and lackadaisical alligator gar and garlanded moss whisk by, ate up in Mississippi mist strangled cypress Tiny Akami dozes against my breast you reel at my feet to invisible Cajun fiddles in spasms of sleep Tonight you roil and semaphore in some sad veterans parade tonight I'm wired semtex no one gets out unmaimed I will nurse our child I will shutter the dying eyes and I will forgive this first and only crime But when you next raise a fist against this butcher's daughter you will learn what astronomer's precision she can bring the art of murder No man can meet my strength with bright-eyed Akami next to me you may captain rivers, love but never take on the sea |
Song Before, Ripples Behind Listen. Tie five of these knots on a scarlet rope and the weather will change perhaps for you, perhaps against Tie this knot around your penis the other end on a lightning rod while a rainbow is present and you will learn a new word only tell it to a lover or a messiah sometimes the same thing One day when you steer this boat entwine a knot of song before the bow and your story will unravel behind in ripples And here my only child is just enough length to fashion a tourniquet or a noose some day, your choice
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