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Head Handed
Stop belonging to me so much, face-head
Leave me to my child and my flowers.
I cant run with you hanging on to me like that
Its like having ten dogs on a single lead.
and no talent for creatures
No hands, not trees. Not my dogs, nobody's.
Dont you have a place to go face-head?
Deep into the brick basement of another life?
To kill some time, I mean. That furnace
Light could take a shine to you
There are always places, none of them mine
And always time - rainbow sugar show
of jimmies falling from ice-creams sky -
but that stuff is extra, its never in supply
"Never", however, acres of it. Violet beans
and sarcasm. Too many flavours of it
All those prodigal particles,
flimsy, whimsical miracles, an embarrassment
of glitches. The chorus just more us.
But nowhere bare and slippery have I
got a prayer. If I had two hands
to rub together, I wouldnt waste the air.