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Stubborn Boy

Stubborn boy

Let loose the shackles of your smile

This world is far too holy for you to

Hide that half halo of your grin

 

The sound that comes in the crumbling

Of your childhood is the same one

That speaks in the secret wanderings

Of your soul

So listen close

 

When we walked around

The old bronze heart of this city

I wish you could hear

The rising pitch tuning

Of your veins as it readies

You to perform inside the

Same arena as a thousand

Broken down Cleopatras

Playing with snakes

 

Stubborn boy

Succumb to the silver smile

This city speaks in

A language I will never know

I am a scholar

That studies only the whispered

Tongues of crescent streetlamps

But you

You can learn all the languages

That have ever crashed into the moon

 

Close that book you have buried you eyes in

And in this city plant

The waiting bud of your billowing heart

So it can blossom like flames of windswept cherry trees

While there are still days left in spring

 

Stubborn boy

They taught you how to sing

And you memorized the melodies

Of such foreign stars

Open the cannon of your throat

This world is a two bit theater

That buries bodies

In the same seats they were born

 

But you

Son of a thousand

Secret subway duets

Will one day find yourself

Sitting next to the soul of this city

 

And she

She will ask you to sing for her

And you

You will learn why the tides chase the moon

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eliot-greene
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Dec 24, 2013
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