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OCTOGENARIAN

God,there's a candle burning for me
 1
lit by a face I do not know
 2
and she thinks I might die
 3
now that everyone is gone
 4
now that everyone is gone
 5
 
 
I would like to play ring around the rosie with the flame
 6
like to let the snowflakes decorate it in a circle
 7
my bed is too large
 8
the mattress is thick with memories
 9
it seems you keep them packed
 10
where I cannot reach
 11
where I cannot reach
 12
 
 
just across from my pillows
 13
many hands call me their lover
 14
some I know, some I don't
 15
but they all listen to the tones of my coughing
 16
like great symphonies were being written
 17
like they'd be there incarnate in the morning
 18
like they'd be there incarnate in the morning
 19
 
 
and I'd trade all of the dreams I'm having
 20
for a simple daytime reverie
 21
and my candle has burned up the moon
 22
it seems God, the miles of cement I've walked
 23
used me for my steps
 24
no street has sent a postcard
 25
no bosom of highway left to suckle
 26
I just hope the mugger on Brunswick ave.
 27
has forgiven himself
 28
at least for Christmas
 29
only I, looked into his brass eyes
 30
only I, looked into his brass eyes
 31
 
 
so the flame has finally gone out now
 32
even the smoke is in no one's eyes at all
 33
it seems the fever has ended too
 34
and the tissues by the bed have turned into Your wings
 35
I hope the candle was a nice orange nd yellow for you
 36
in all of the black ice below
 37
the people there don't even know they're slipping
 38
as they're going down
 39
as they're going down
 40
 
 
let's cry awhile together God
 41
over by something you've made
 42
over by something you've made
 43

12 Nov 13


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thoughts?comments?
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anyone???????
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i like L8-9, L22 and 25
i'd lose the repetitive lines, but that's just me.
 — mandolyn

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