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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4105 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Identification from Height Frank Faust ahum ahum shelter me from storms ahum there's a monotony that comes from living in the tree-lined the leafy streets that promenade running in disguises all up and down the smallness of this little town a figure is at the bed she's leaning across to bathe the brow of a restless soul tossing and turning running into fever in the drenching of a torrid time she's singing little snippets underneath her breath like a crooning angel ministering by mouth at a pace that surely surely surely must bring deliverance baby baby baby she sang baby you'll be fine your mama's on the job your mama takes no prisoners baby she'll keep dragons from sneaking in to take advantage mama's stationed right by your side baby baby babe maybe that isn't what she said maybe she sang some song about the sinking of a boat in the middle of a flood while she was bathing off the sweat I don't really know only that the wind blew and shook a leafy branch or two up against the window of the house that hugged the street in a small town dressed in brick and wood disguise and that every place and every one every tree that stood the kerbsides looked the same so that as you rise above them in the heat of levitation through a fog that leads to clear sight you can identify the patterns of the houses the allotments of the avenues the straight and winding roads and there's nothing to choose between them they all seem just the same when you look down from the sky when you kiss them all and wave stretching out your hand your fingers for goodbye except for one place where a woman reaching with a washer is speaking in a low voice calling you back home to where you are the one truly the only one baby baby I'm calling you to find a way calling you the path baby come on home home ~ |
