Mama Super

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Where I find my trouble
At this time of the Day
Wanting my bones to matter
To someone’s outstretched hand

Then oft’ times if there’s time
Throughout the Dayiong dance
Comes the wish to walk it off
In most unorthodox shoes 

When I pour the Day’s last tea
The mild then seems hard 
But as the lights come off I speak
Unnecessarily aloud, I did that

Half

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Released and tight at my sleeve
Or slipping from its safe house 
Acting like there’re big plans
And it must lead the way
So down ill-advised paths I am drawn

Having been locked away 
For a lifetime or more
Has done nothing to cure a penchant for big dreams
But dwelling in elsewhere’s place
Has me to know to lock it back or bid it away

“cement”

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It’s extraordinarily tough knowing this

That its smiling roots with the system became one

Yet none surgeon nor modern-day savior can sever

It’s the pain of the years that no needle shall touch

It’s the radioactive frosting on the most delicious cake 

The Banjo

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If I could call
My friend
I’d ask first
About his breath and the whether there
Was mint in the air
That he couldn’t help but still discern, despite all that was on his mind
And about the heights he’d seen so far this morning -by the way,
That magical-calm-of-a-song you’re playing in the upstairs background 
Must be for me
I’m glad you called

The Dash Between The Years

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This complete life
Has been about nothing
But having it all 
Ripped away and pulled out from under 
Glorious arms and legs
Made stronger
Never getting a free ride from
The orange-striped vehicle of my choice
And it goes on forever
Faster, slower, stop, again