And, You Gave It All Away
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In the twilight of our lives,
we can all look back on times -
seconds, minutes, hours,
not months, but, maybe, a month -
when, in the tragedy of living,
we were very close to nirvana.
But, you found the hallway
and it was too short for the people
here. Clinching the burning
pit of your too-whiny, too-pisces
stomach, you turned the knob
of the new door and bid farewell.
Life, in the carpool lane
with a passenger seat full of broken
dreams and four-track recorded demos,
slipped away from those long, thin
fingers. You wrestled it to the
ground and the world knew.
You knew, but you said nothing
with words. You shrieked and shrilled,
and you cried, and you gave it all away.
This world was yours with the needle.
Without it, you were left to the
floor and you were happy again.
You and Boddah finally get to meet
again, and the jokes will come and go.
My Jesus can, after all of these dead
years, grab Mary Magdalene and twirl
her around to no one's chagrin. After
all, he's been waiting for you.
We were supposed to write an elegy...this was mine...
we can all look back on times -
seconds, minutes, hours,
not months, but, maybe, a month -
when, in the tragedy of living,
we were very close to nirvana.
But, you found the hallway
and it was too short for the people
here. Clinching the burning
pit of your too-whiny, too-pisces
stomach, you turned the knob
of the new door and bid farewell.
Life, in the carpool lane
with a passenger seat full of broken
dreams and four-track recorded demos,
slipped away from those long, thin
fingers. You wrestled it to the
ground and the world knew.
You knew, but you said nothing
with words. You shrieked and shrilled,
and you cried, and you gave it all away.
This world was yours with the needle.
Without it, you were left to the
floor and you were happy again.
You and Boddah finally get to meet
again, and the jokes will come and go.
My Jesus can, after all of these dead
years, grab Mary Magdalene and twirl
her around to no one's chagrin. After
all, he's been waiting for you.
We were supposed to write an elegy...this was mine...
I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours
from my window to yours
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