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An angel by my feet
Telling me to play nice
Be good to all the people
So they don't sacrifice
But I got a demon in my head
Breaking all the rules
Teaching me to lie
So I won't be such a fool
Then the angel by my feet
Whispers in my ear
You can be so much better
Than what your eyes are seeing
But the demon in my head
He'll never let me go
Screaming 'Screw the angel'
You're just so dead it shows
The angel keeps persisting
I know you can still be saved
I'm not sure I believe
This angel's teaching ways
And the Demon says
No way you're lost
Fallen, shattered and hopeless
You're just a broken ghost
The angel loses hope
The demon will have his way
He tells me I must believe
I must not ever stray
But the demon grabs my heart
And twists it round and round
No-one ever loved you
They'll never hear a sound
The angel lives in heaven now
The demon will have his way
No angel fighting for me
She's gone up to the sky
Telling me to play nice
Be good to all the people
So they don't sacrifice
But I got a demon in my head
Breaking all the rules
Teaching me to lie
So I won't be such a fool
Then the angel by my feet
Whispers in my ear
You can be so much better
Than what your eyes are seeing
But the demon in my head
He'll never let me go
Screaming 'Screw the angel'
You're just so dead it shows
The angel keeps persisting
I know you can still be saved
I'm not sure I believe
This angel's teaching ways
And the Demon says
No way you're lost
Fallen, shattered and hopeless
You're just a broken ghost
The angel loses hope
The demon will have his way
He tells me I must believe
I must not ever stray
But the demon grabs my heart
And twists it round and round
No-one ever loved you
They'll never hear a sound
The angel lives in heaven now
The demon will have his way
No angel fighting for me
She's gone up to the sky
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if you have ghosts (you have everything)
my hands were blue and so was i
and i had everything:
a christmas tree
a guitar tuned by humidity
a dark library underneath my pillow
and a voice whose words jerk, jut
and stab quietly into one another
so i may never understand;
it was two AM, dawn of a decade
and here a ghost has me motionless in 1933.
--
i never met my grandfather till today--
he dies in 1975
and in 2020 he is born
at the bottom of a drawer in the kitchen,
his coffin and crib:
he is swaddled in moth-eaten dishtowels by a nameless undertaker
(or perhaps an autophagic author himself);
his crib and coffin:
he is buried a lifetime
(deaf to my cacophonous lifetime et ceter
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snowglobe
we hoped it would get bad enough to break glass
that one of our voices
would find the note
to split the window
make a neighbour call the cops
that the dishes would shatter
into too many pieces
to be picked off the floor
we wanted glass in our heels
a trickle of heat
a flicker of colour
in the sun-blank snow
the pines leaned on our doorframe
we waited for them
to pressure in and unfurl
shower our stunned faces
in a rain of needles
knock the teapot off the table
in a blossom of shards
but the trees stood by
evergreen and identical
the same dream of pine repeating
behind yellowing plastic
we painted shut the door
with smi
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The Sins of The Father
I’m the sum of all my fathers
But I won’t carry all their sins
The seed of life is precious
But blown away by gentle winds
Bad that’s happened in the past
Cannot be blamed today
For those who came before us
Have left their mark but gone away
We may inherit family features
And some traits just carry on
But we are all individuals who
Need to know that we belong
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