1. |
Incarnation
02:51
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Grandma / in her garden told me there’s just
One law: that a poem can only live for
So long / in the abstract, in the ether air
One night / a symbol wraps itself in tangi-
Ble hide / rolls around in concrete visu-
Al life / in a way that readers like to read
But in time the skin it hardens
First into a tree, then a stone
It assume its final form, its
Body back to language, transformed
Grandma / in her garden told me there’s just
One law: that a poem can only live for
So long / in the abstract, in the ether air
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2. |
Red Rose
03:57
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Red rose, where it comes
Where it goes I know
Red rose, come on down to play
And the red rose, come on down to play
God knows, how we try but
Nothing grows inside.
One kick – oh, what I’d give to feel
Even one kick… but I’m dry as a stick
Red Rose, when I shed
My little eggs in red
Is it my fault? Is there nothing I can do?
When the red rose… come on down to play
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3. |
Wicker Chair
01:55
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Wake up
In a wicker chair besides me
You’ve come
Such a long way just to meet me
I’ve built
This little house out on the prairie
Tucked away
Out where no one else can find me
But for
Reasons far beyond my telling
I spend
Every night out shooting flares up
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4. |
More Than the Hangman
03:50
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If there is one thing
That I fear more than the law
More than the hangman
Knocking my door down
and reading off my crimes -
I’ll make peace with that
He makes sense to me.
What I fear far more
What keeps me awake at night
Is when the old judge
Leaves a bouquet of lilies in my bed
With a note that reads:
"You are free to go."
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5. |
The Painter
04:15
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In our town
There was an older man
who loved to paint to all day
He lived off his pension
His wife of fifty years
had died of asbestos…
He set out
To paint a little portrait
of everyone in our town - 1,000 people
And each of us happy to sit
for an afternoon with him.
Neighbors asked
What are the chances he gets
through all 1,000 of us
And reaches this goal of his -
Before he dies…
(he’s pretty old, you know).
Don’t you cry, dear
He only painted 300-5 before he passed away;
The goal was a thin veneer –
A useful excuse for the aimless man
to spend less time alone
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