Songs, v 2

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Songs


Lover.                                                                                            I see the tossing to and fro of agape and romantic love.
                                                                                                        I understand this tossing.
I'll dance in the shower,
I knowyou bugged my room                                                          
has a perfect view
of the mall: in silhouette,
its lights distant, twinkling like stars.

Beloved. I am dark but lovely,                                                          Interesting, there's a hint to certain Scripture.
you daughters of Jerusalem.

I know I know I've got the blood of birds,                                                      A child of freemen
dad was a bird and mom was a bird. They flew
out of the countryside and into the city,
they saw the spires in silhouette. I'll fly away too.                                 eternally secured, but silhouette was used above, is that significant?
Someday I'll see the sea, someday I'll see mountains,
but tonight I'll sing, my lips and ears
carried by the wind.                                                                             romantic love

Lover. In the Suburbs...                                                                     

Turn the radio on? Rather read a book,                                               
she stops too short of intelligence. I admit,
fame makes me jealous, but what makes me even madder
is how they don't see the truth. They've killed too many
innocent kids, I think. They're only sick.                                                I am having difficulty with this stanza

I like black music, too.
I admit, I find her sexy
they raped mountains
for the mall, they filled in the sea
Alright, I'll dance, I'll tap my foot.

Beloved.

When I'm grown, I'll scare away the cats.                                               
I'll make like an Icarus and wax                                                               this sound like someone from the Bronx
the hairs off my skin. I'll launch myself
out of my bedroom window, shadow the hot tin roof
Make sure you get my good side.




Hi RiverNotch, I'm sorry I can't give the best critique today.
I will likely come back to this poem. I like it very much,
though after reading it several times I haven't caught
all the way on to it.

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