button
up your jacket,
comb your hair, sit up straight,
come when you're called and speak only
when asked
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button
up your jacket,
comb your hair, sit up straight,
come when you're called and speak only
when asked
when asked
acknowledge once
turn briefly and smile
pretend you didnt' hear the sound
that he
that he
loved the orchid,
and sought her in his dreams,
he also loved the rose's thorns
it seems
it seems
there is trouble
between the two of them
I hope they can work it out for
our sake
our sake
is none other
than desire perceived
happiness noted in their hope
and love
and love
shall she bring him
in a crystal clear vase
balanced on a deep cherry tray
for both
for both
my life and death
I shall remain grateful,
for what two better doors will I
pass through
pass through
my fingers like
streams of silken water...
memories cannot reach my mind
from here
from here
I see your mind
and look into your heart
are you not afraid of bearing
your soul
Your soul
is an iffy
thing. While you do your day
-to-day charade, it struggles to
get out
get out,
I told my soul,
you need a little tan,
be careful, not too dark, don't risk
a burn
a burn
smell of ashes
renewal often starts
with destruction of what has gone
before
before
you look don't leap
unless I'm there to catch
then jump, jump, jump, you can trust me
promise
promise
me you will brush
your teeth, your hair, the stray
threads from your coat, just don't brush
me off
me, off
off my rocker
pacing the floor, babbling
wildly looking for an escape
window