SAY NO GOODBYES IN LANGUAGES WE
FORGIVE, BUT FORGOT
paint won't stop congealing
tired guard holding up the gate can't pronounce my name
maybe that meteor shower will finally land a job
they got a special gym just for soothsayers
those soothsayers need to lose a whole lotta something that could
be weight
the pet psychic on the Animal Planet cannot fathom Bob the Cat
cause he knows better
triumphant baked goods fall from some champagne chaperoned sky
what i meant by he knows better is Bob the himself cat
not the pet psychic
someone grab a minuet and let it unfold
i will take the lady dancing on some hot planet
where the string section sleeps at the foot of hummingbirds
they will close off the final escape hatch sometime next week
the Governor himself will be coming down for it
put your everloving arms around this tired boy's neck
Cajun Music on every tongue
Say No Goodbyes in Languages we Forgive, but Forgot
take the gent dancing on some woodsmoke
daylight slowly walks up the aisle
to accept its award
whimsy,please,much much much more of it
and a sad boy can bounce just as well as the new breed of
unfeeling robots who think they are just so so so immune
Cajun Music in every bone
someone grab the baton and let her rip
the final escape hatch just pulled off its mask and
it turned out to be just another open door
no evil bad monster out there
just a whimpering little stupid lost ornery fool
you could go barefoot across the firing squad's pedigree
Cajun Music will get you sung
and a sad boy can take it just as well as the sad girl
together they built a rest stop for poets
right there along the fissure
where the sun kisses the consciousness
and we roll
ever so
heartful
---Scott Wannberg
(while listening to Rachel Portman's soundtrack of Nicholas Nickelby.After watching
Rolling Stones live from Madison Square Garden with Bob the Cat on my lap,sleeping for the
most,but now and then awakening to Mick's boogie stride and licking his paws and
such...Bob that is,not Mick...)
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