When you are old
Your skin will become like paper,
And your bones will be like the wooden ribs
Of a lantern
So that the world will see the light in your chest.
But I don't need to wait
Because I already know that the light is there.
When you are old
Your skin will become like paper,
And your bones will be like the wooden ribs
Of a lantern
So that the world will see the light in your chest.
But I don't need to wait
Because I already know that the light is there.
The lights in each of the doll houses are off.
I, a giant, wander insignificant
Among the grains of sand.
When at last I reach the sea,
I let it take me,
Dirt and grime and grease
Jerry looks out peacefully at his friend Marky drowning again. He’s in the water. The first time he was out there, it was when his mom got sick for good, and he stopped seeing his shrink.
Tonight, stars are falling,
Over Chicago, New England, Texas,
From angry east to angry west,
Dark cars: hearses that we don't call hearses
Roll silently towards lively, warm houses,
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