Deliberation
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For her mercy, I, in a bargain bin at a yard sale,
Had put myself in a refrigerator box
With a for free sticker across my head
That box closing in with dampness and mildew stains
For the rain that had been falling...
Had been carving out, one by one it's wet spots
Beside my top hat and cane and forget-me-nots
I had been wanting to tell you
But now, as you walk by raising your hand to wave
I am speechless and the words have been lost
And gone far, far away
Although I thought our love must have been bonafide
That has given me a frightening state
Of impeccable doom
And I question how I could ever save our love
But, there must be something consoling and alive
And something real to say about you and I
In a fleeting instance it could all become real
It could become a long kiss goodnight,
And we could be drinking a toast to life
With red wine
But like a peeled potato
Like other sheddings of vegetables
Robbed from their skin
And from all of time
From other close friends,
From intellectuals
And my eyes fill with tears,
Buckets to catch them in their watery fall
Buckets to catch my delusional toppings
But none would listen to those soft chuckles at all
I, sobbing from inside that bucket's walls,
Was towered like an echo against a towering place
Like a mouse looking upon a cat's frightening claws
Sweeping for it with strenghth and ease
It, like popcorn bursting
Within butter,
Within enclosed spaces
Graced by the seconds of heating
And closing jaws
When the humming comes, when you taste this luscious cradle
And with it you sing lull-a-byes
And with them, you gently rocking your toes beneath the table
And the night goes on to ridicule the morning
Other conversations will go on,
Will we go on talking?
But only then will we know it was ours
As more twilight dreams of faint and nonsense
And those kinds of things proceed
At the same time with the real and important
And savory little pleads
Where the damp shadows linger and mingle
With acoustic guitar strings
As a sour taste from a kosher pickle rings out
And sings wild upon my breath
I'm done, there's nothing left
Had put myself in a refrigerator box
With a for free sticker across my head
That box closing in with dampness and mildew stains
For the rain that had been falling...
Had been carving out, one by one it's wet spots
Beside my top hat and cane and forget-me-nots
I had been wanting to tell you
But now, as you walk by raising your hand to wave
I am speechless and the words have been lost
And gone far, far away
Although I thought our love must have been bonafide
That has given me a frightening state
Of impeccable doom
And I question how I could ever save our love
But, there must be something consoling and alive
And something real to say about you and I
In a fleeting instance it could all become real
It could become a long kiss goodnight,
And we could be drinking a toast to life
With red wine
But like a peeled potato
Like other sheddings of vegetables
Robbed from their skin
And from all of time
From other close friends,
From intellectuals
And my eyes fill with tears,
Buckets to catch them in their watery fall
Buckets to catch my delusional toppings
But none would listen to those soft chuckles at all
I, sobbing from inside that bucket's walls,
Was towered like an echo against a towering place
Like a mouse looking upon a cat's frightening claws
Sweeping for it with strenghth and ease
It, like popcorn bursting
Within butter,
Within enclosed spaces
Graced by the seconds of heating
And closing jaws
When the humming comes, when you taste this luscious cradle
And with it you sing lull-a-byes
And with them, you gently rocking your toes beneath the table
And the night goes on to ridicule the morning
Other conversations will go on,
Will we go on talking?
But only then will we know it was ours
As more twilight dreams of faint and nonsense
And those kinds of things proceed
At the same time with the real and important
And savory little pleads
Where the damp shadows linger and mingle
With acoustic guitar strings
As a sour taste from a kosher pickle rings out
And sings wild upon my breath
I'm done, there's nothing left
