HOW WE JUMP, AND WHY
(I only seek forgiveness)
Those rocks in the road,
damn them, have wrecked
my tires again: I'm stuck
in the same forlorn ditch.
Best thing to say, in situations
such as this? My turn-signal
works, but I'm not turning
anywhere. Which way is up,
my little darlin'?
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I've heaved all the ballast that
one man can heave; junk's piled
everywhere pants-cuff to sleeve.
I'm wondering deadly with my
flashlight off. The darkness gets
worrisome, so I better not scoff.
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'Just take yourself down to those
all-redeeming waters,' Padre Henson
says. He wants me to lie down in
green pastures - I think that's what
he says. I'm aging too well, far past
any purification; only seeking love
now, and affection - not altercation.
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Take me to the river. Drop me in the water.
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