book of bent matches
well I suppose I am growing older, late twenties
my name is Joe, balding, wife and three kids, working
in George Orwell’s ‘1984′
at home I rub dry dirty glue off my fingers, bookbinding
glue, I book ‘em and bind ‘em, these
and I think of my children, and I give the
books away to friends and family by the
quarter-dozen
sing-song albums, too, sing-song albums
I write ‘em, play ‘em, make ‘em up, record ‘em
burn ‘em glue ‘em forge ‘em and give ‘em away by the
quarter-dozen
lookin’ to make the books and music a full-time line
of work, I take slow, meditated baby-steps across
the perilous kitchen floor, to approach and stare at the
ladder leaning against the chair in front of my
microphone
well some things some times gotta be left behind
and I guess this old bag and book of bent matches is one
I hope I get a lot of good things done in the new and upcoming
ways of living the revolution of Humanity
yeah, like playin’ triplet songs
on my cigar-box guitar
and toy piano
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