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Picking feathers from the side of the road
Put em in her hair
and bring em back to life
like the Navajo
Situation runnin overload
A butterfly in Phoenix
Is exasperating lovers
In Tokyo
Training dogs to obey your words
Keep em on a leash
Teach em to behave
Like a good dog should
Children runnin with their arms stretched wide
Holdin’ on to freedom
Even though it’s not the same
As appearing good
Misunderstood
Misunderstood
Misunderstood,
It’s amazing how a language
Is like grasping clouds
From on a plane
Fish chopping wood
An imageless depiction
Of feeling strange
[Limited glory,
A poet is an anti-hero
caught in a story.]
Jumpin in when your fully clothed
Trustin that the water
Isn’t gonna disappear
Before you drown your fear
Swimmin naked in your mama’s womb
You’ll spend the rest of life
Trying to recreate
The sound you hear
Met a madam in a lost and found
She was breathin under water
You thought you could save her
With a long harpoon
Took a message from a higher power
They were sorry that they missed you
They know you are busy
so they’ll try back soon
Hey Walt Whitman,
I was born a warrior
And I’ll go like you
With your twisted sex
And our longing text
And a joy that rings
The victory bells.
Tell Saint Francis
That our religion dances
With a body electric
A little eccentric
And a second hand,
Second rate,
Second chance
Acoustic guitar.
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