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Grandma calls from the back porch Feeding moldy bread to the ducks on the pond Fish came from the depths And picked apart the biggest pieces Brand new boots Torn lace Flapping on my foot Tying the pieces around my ankle Just the black toes of my boots Toeing the edge of the toolshed roof Your eyes grin up at me Toss the hair behind your ear Fingers Touching strands Beneath a rolling black thunderhead jump They drag the pond looking for your body As if they wouldn't have seen you floating.from the shore Cannons blast And my eyes tear And drop on the carpet I don't know anything Naked feet on the coffee table Heaven needs no hand rails Heaven is where you went when your long neck broke Against the wall of the dam Heaven is where you kiss God's feet For all of eternity Kiss his feet As he shakes the earth, sending buildings Crashing down on lovers Kiss his feet He holds the gravity that drops bombs on children kiss his feet As he watches us **** one another Over our ideas of him I will be down here Licking the deep cuts I deserve I will be down here Haunted daily by what you might have been
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Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 3:11 AM UTC
Swan Dive
Grandma calls from the back porch Feeding moldy bread to the ducks on the pond Fish came from the depths And picked apart the biggest pieces Brand new boots Torn lace Flapping on my foot Tying the pieces around my ankle Just the black toes of my boots Toeing the edge of the toolshed roof Your eyes grin up at me Toss the hair behind your ear Fingers Touching strands Beneath a rolling black thunderhead jump They drag the pond looking for your body As if they wouldn't have seen you floating.from the shore Cannons blast And my eyes tear And drop on the carpet I don't know anything Naked feet on the coffee table Heaven needs no hand rails Heaven is where you went when your long neck broke Against the wall of the dam Heaven is where you kiss God's feet For all of eternity Kiss his feet As he shakes the earth, sending buildings Crashing down on lovers Kiss his feet He holds the gravity that drops bombs on children kiss his feet As he watches us **** one another Over our ideas of him I will be down here Licking the deep cuts I deserve I will be down here Haunted daily by what you might have been
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Equatorial Guinean
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 3:11 AM UTC
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