THE SUPREMES
hello hello hello
it's a long long long time to say
i never s'd i was graceful
justiceful
you a starry sky seem so bright over ocean
graceful as sun gleam or gul flight
is soaring the current we call zephyr
we call the guiding light
we call to hear our voices echo at the waters
vast?? what is my name
on the tongues of tigers
lap away rainwater from skin
or this is a house
that belongs to someone
i never s'd i was graceful
justiceful
you a starry sky seem so bright over ocean
graceful as sun gleam or gul flight
is soaring the current we call zephyr
we call the guiding light
we call to hear our voices echo at the waters
vast?? what is my name
on the tongues of tigers
lap away rainwater from skin
or this is a house
that belongs to someone
away is woe
is a balcony a puff out the window
is a balcony a puff out the window
is graceful smoke a dancer
a long time to say bye bye for good
it is in my name to be a funny way
it is me
because i have always called it vast
as a childs hope
or how foolish it can be to worship words
the voice of whatever an adult is
saying a child is full of hope
a child can do whatever they want
until they age
until they die
until they hide from the poems in their blood
kids??
they are humans w/ time
or just have less in their mind
one mind for all kids
its just this kidbrain
w/ graceful wrinkles
there is no try in it
kidbrain just does what it wants to do
it names it a friend
or a ghost
or the dreams of kidbrain
it is a gold dress
an easy song
it is a god inside of a god inside of an ignorant mush
a perfect slime
goose goose goose goose goose to kick
a sound anything makes when you wring it between your soft mitts
a toothless giggle
at the fall of sticks
fall of the external godrain spoken at the eyes
of damp youth
fresh mulberries from the abandoned house
your grandfathers wheelchair ramp
still up years after he died
it is still useful to have a ramp
it is still useful to have wheels
to be lazy
to invent ways to get lazier
or grosser
or Gross Nebraska
i think only an old lady lives there
she runs all the stores
i wonder if someone will take over
when she is dead
or if gross will be gone
forever???
do you slowly lose your grasp on what forever means
as you get older??
to kids always think in terms of forever????
we started moving so much because my dad couldn't
keep a job
but what do i care
these are all just lives
& we give names to the things we want
a car that talks
an apple tree
a graceful death
a push into the snow
but the kidbrain dies or it leaves us
or we leave it behind
to become old gods
w/ painful loves in the sky
or glass of whiskey
or smoke on the balcony
or write a poem for me
or write a poem for me
or write all the poems for me
title them my name
or my face
or the forest
or a head on the side of a mountain
they were all kids & we were all kids
everyone has a name
because thats what we do w/ our godbrain
we name things
we say they are pretty
we say hey graceful
when we are being sarcastic
after you fall down drunk in the street
i mean anyone
i mean streets??
these mean streets are not my "home"
where am i from through
where am i from??
a cave?????
a wandering monster????
a caravan of irish bumble bees
bees???
a stinger a good go a punchline
sleeping father
tell stories
sleeping giant
write down every second of my life
a sharp poem
a spiked juice
carry me umbrellalala in your dream
dream me
a painting of buildings w/ us outside in the rain
w/ wet faces
hiding our weepy smiles
because i have always called it vast
as a childs hope
or how foolish it can be to worship words
the voice of whatever an adult is
saying a child is full of hope
a child can do whatever they want
until they age
until they die
until they hide from the poems in their blood
kids??
they are humans w/ time
or just have less in their mind
one mind for all kids
its just this kidbrain
w/ graceful wrinkles
there is no try in it
kidbrain just does what it wants to do
it names it a friend
or a ghost
or the dreams of kidbrain
it is a gold dress
an easy song
it is a god inside of a god inside of an ignorant mush
a perfect slime
goose goose goose goose goose to kick
a sound anything makes when you wring it between your soft mitts
a toothless giggle
at the fall of sticks
fall of the external godrain spoken at the eyes
of damp youth
fresh mulberries from the abandoned house
your grandfathers wheelchair ramp
still up years after he died
it is still useful to have a ramp
it is still useful to have wheels
to be lazy
to invent ways to get lazier
or grosser
or Gross Nebraska
i think only an old lady lives there
she runs all the stores
i wonder if someone will take over
when she is dead
or if gross will be gone
forever???
do you slowly lose your grasp on what forever means
as you get older??
to kids always think in terms of forever????
we started moving so much because my dad couldn't
keep a job
but what do i care
these are all just lives
& we give names to the things we want
a car that talks
an apple tree
a graceful death
a push into the snow
but the kidbrain dies or it leaves us
or we leave it behind
to become old gods
w/ painful loves in the sky
or glass of whiskey
or smoke on the balcony
or write a poem for me
or write a poem for me
or write all the poems for me
title them my name
or my face
or the forest
or a head on the side of a mountain
they were all kids & we were all kids
everyone has a name
because thats what we do w/ our godbrain
we name things
we say they are pretty
we say hey graceful
when we are being sarcastic
after you fall down drunk in the street
i mean anyone
i mean streets??
these mean streets are not my "home"
where am i from through
where am i from??
a cave?????
a wandering monster????
a caravan of irish bumble bees
bees???
a stinger a good go a punchline
sleeping father
tell stories
sleeping giant
write down every second of my life
a sharp poem
a spiked juice
carry me umbrellalala in your dream
dream me
a painting of buildings w/ us outside in the rain
w/ wet faces
hiding our weepy smiles
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