Friday, December 14, 2007

The Conductor reads the Mothers Prayer

Read along...Take care of your servantyour floor cleaning servant,lordthe world is grinding -grinding me downpolishing your childsand on the shoreI cry and no one hearsI always was I always amnewin town andnobody knows meand nobody caresI am being ground downcleaningthe baptist linoleumthe ritz linenthe old pasadena ceramic tuba young washer woman, your servant,listening, and prayingwatch overprotectmy babes.

Or Read the poem at its text page home.

1 comment:

Jack Vaughan said...

Jake said this looked like someone reading a suicide note. Guess that's what artsy means. sigh.

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