when next i am to sleep again
\nwill you be there with sheepish grin
\ni will not brush nor turn away
\nsee you not in yesterday
\nagain we make the figure 8<\/p>\n
bells go tingling in the night
\nbooks unwritten taking flight
\ncandles dim but light is longer<\/p>\n
midnight come and we will go now
\ndawn
\nnoon
\ndusk<\/p>\n
the nightmare came strongly to a him repulsive kiss
\nbefore he half collapsed
\nhis arm over her shoulder her arm around his waist
\nshe would find him a hospital bed medical help
\nwhite nurse offensive
\nfat lady without compassion
\nphones had secret codes
\nwho were patients non discernibile
\nover an hour she supported him
\nwalking thru a maze of hallways
\nonce she woke and remembered
\nall her nightmares took place in hospitals
\nfalling back asleep she was there
\nstill seeking hospital bed and help
\n“ok” her self said, “wake up”<\/p>\n
coffeed and tobaccoed<\/p>\n
the hopes and fears thru all the years
\nrest in autumn peace
\nthe struggle with no resolution
\nput to rest
\nin it’s own halls of circularity
\nas piano man ‘splained
\n“too much mercy is wasteful,
\ntoo lightening bolt heavy is non justice.”<\/p>\n
and Jesus said to Moses,
\n“What the crap happened
\nto Abraham’s children?”<\/p>\n
justice lives not only in the now
\nsometimes it’s waiting in some halfway house
\nbetween the blood-letting and the peace
\nfound
\nonly with justice<\/p>\n
what will reflect the blood on distant hands
\nthat fashioned the knife
\nthat foresaw the bomb
\nthat Jack and Jill built?
\nthat support the men
\nwho light the fires
\nthat scream the women
\nthat scars the child.
\ndoes he hang down his head
\nTom Dooley
\nor does he just look away
\nand dulled his senses
\nto no sense.<\/p>\n
Is their hope Hooey?
\nAh, Louie,
\npaint them a picture
\nfrom May to December
\nof eleven year old children or so
\nthen when they remember if they remember they’ll
\nfollow
\nfollow
\nfollow
\n(you know)
\ntheir heart. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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