CC Vulture
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(8/12/05 4:21 am)
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Torches
Torches
If I could live on the moon and smooth its pitted
Christmas-cake surface lighting your cosy isolation,
If I could force you out to cry for the stars to
Brighten your single-track,
If I could brandish heart and reason as torches
So you’d see some things my way,
If I could shatter your self-absorption in this lifetime,
If I could read nettle tea-leaves and discover your silence,
If I could ruin you and not be punished by your deathly dance…
But I cannot even kiss my child’s tears
Or squirt smiles of water at his white chest
Or change him while singing back his screams
Which leaves you dark streets ahead
And me light years behind.
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