Key Episodes from an Earthly Life
As surely as there are crumbs on the lips
of the blind I came for a reason
I remember when the fields were no taller
than a pencil do you remember that
I told him I’ve got socks older than her
but he would not listen
You will starve out girl they told her
but she did not listen
As surely as there is rice in the cuffs
of the priest sex is a factor not a fact
Everything I do is leaning toward
what we came for is that perfectly clear
I like your shoes your uncut hair
I like your use of space too
I wanted to knock her lights out
the air cut in and did us some good
One thing about my television set it has
a knob on it enabling me to switch channels
Now it is your turn to shake or
provoke or heal me I won’t say it again
Do you like your beets well-cooked and chilled
even if they make your gums itch
Those dark arkansas roads that is the sound
I am after the choiring of crickets
Around this time of year especially evening
I love everything I sold enough eggs
To buy a new dress I watched him drink the juice
of our beets And render the light liquid
I came to talk you into physical splendor
I do not wish to speak to your machine
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