| Bind Up My Life Villans Lovers and Fools Page 4 |
| The Dying Place This is the dying place We�re all just waiting to die When you forget and pee in your pants When your body is used up Or your mind, Or both�. Too tired to walk, too tired to talk They wheel us into the TV room And we sit there Like forgotten dolls At a forgotten tea party We don�t say nothin Cause we ain�t here� We�re off in those fields across the road You and me runnin� in among the corn shocks Catchin� grasshoppers in our moms� canning jars And knowing all along we�ll be catchin� hell When they find out we poked holes in the lids�. And the sun is shinin� And we smell the wind. Old John sits by the door all day long He�s got a plan to make his escape He�s got a plan to wheel on out of here All he�s got is his plan Cause he knows there�s no where to go They sold his farm Couldn�t keep it up The kids lived in Chicago He couldn�t live alone There�s no where to go�.. Except that picture show in his mind Oh to smell the wind Mary knows how to shuffle Her arms too weak to turn the wheels But she sure can shuffle She can make those wheels race With the shuffle shuffle shuffle Of little house-slippered feet And she shuffles after the nurses Like a little puppy dog �Is it time to go?� Ruthie is no bigger than minute Ruthie broke her hip She tries to get out of her bed She throws her dolls at the nurses She cries at night like a little child Nightmares that won�t go away I want to pick her up And sit her on my knee And cradle her in my arms I want to tell her Don�t worry about dyin', honey You�re already dead�. |
| Scenes at a Grocery Store Between Frozen Foods and Gourmet Cheeses and just on the other side of Dairy, she walks sullen, huddled around herself � all bare arms and legs, string necklace and ankle tattoo. Her sister got dibs on pushing the cart. She has been designated �The Hunter��.Already she has taken back large curd cottage cheese for small, 2% milk for 1%. The exasperated drill sergeant that calls herself �mother� is all grim determination. It is 2:31pm, Day 11, Summer Vacation. |
| Corporate Plan Watching the cows grazing In the early morning mist I lose myself in their tranquil ignorance. I want to stay, But that alarming clock Is tick tick ticking away Dragging me into the corporate lands Mission statement for the corporate plan Concubine for the corporate man Spreading legs on corporate spreadsheets Scripted nothings from scribbled cheatsheets All for the promise of a Monte Blanc pen I do it all with an absent-minded air For you see I�m not really there But in that pasture with the cows and the mist Of the earth In ignorant bliss |
| Silence Let me take a small moment or two To drink in it in full measure Savor it on my tongue Feel it in my ears Silence |
| Pegasus Pegasus flying in the sky Let me have a feather For my pillow Fly me to that land of dreams As the beating of your wings Causes my heart to beat Just a bit faster At the knowledge of you Ancient steed Ancient soul Just a feather for my pillow. |
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