Day 157
Fingertips
by [REDACTED]
I walk along darkened corridors
And hands reach out for me
To grasp and pry
I want to let them
To feel the fingers probe
and grab
To give in to their pull
And float away
Day 87
A Long Time Coming by [REDACTED] It's been a long time since I rapped at you Since we talked together About this, and about that. It's been a long time coming This conversation I want to hear you and have you hear me We can We will be us and be unafraid. Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? I have gone to hell And I'm still waiting to come back. Tell me what have I missed? What is new and lovely? How are you and how is the world? What new horror is here? I hate all the things I cannot change. I can hear the horn blowing in the distance A twisted concerto written on the wind It is beautiful and haunting A horrible wail and plaintive sigh My mask is slipping Tell me where did you go for so long? I have gone to hell And we are still there. Hear the hobo's lullaby.
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