Saint Jude says what's up
been in Boston all night
having coffee and tea, I bet
you're doing the same
in Tibet or wherever
They tried everything
on you: the secret arrests
burned Rumi books
poisoned coconut water
giraffes with broken faces
Loneliness is the door to the traps
but you know
who you are
I know too when I see you
on the coast
as still, as skinny as
one of my African statues
as lithe as a palm frond or a jellyfish
You were always going to get free
you were always going to get free
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
Saint Jude says what's up
been in Boston all night
having coffee and tea, I bet
you're doing the same
in Tibet or wherever
They tried everything
on you: the secret arrests
burned Rumi books
poisoned coconut water
giraffes with broken faces
Loneliness is the door to the traps
but you know
who you are
I know too when I see you
on the coast
as still, as skinny as
one of my African statues
as lithe as a palm frond or a jellyfish
You were always going to get free
you were always going to get free
for b-dawg
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