Where is My Lord,
He is in my family
He skulks around the back
When you need sombody
Never showing his card - he holds the Ace
They blew up the mattress
And I cried to the woman/the heavens
And I CRIED for my mother
And I cried for my father
And the sands beneath my shoes were shifting
Someone told me to sit down
Then they swam
I was wearing a bloody crown
The sea was too deep
That's why they swam
O Jacob FATHER of Isaac
'n' he held onto me
The State muscle came
All Disco Blue Dancing
Strapped me Hard
On the bed
Strapped me hard
Nothin worth said
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Excellent contemporary discription, yet not so contemorary that one cannot see the struggle of the writers painful encounter. One of your best writings, I think.
Thank you for posting this. I have read this piece several times-each time with more clarity.
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