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HUNG JURY:
I'd heard from this lover
who'd burned the words of all of the others
She started a whole new state of perception
it was her fault
that design
corrupt by desire
She's a nightlight to babies
A nightmare to mothers
and something else entirely to all of the others
And she was mine
at least for a short time
And all that I really know is that
you and I, we already know
I've got boxes in piles
all around this office hovel
which makes up some sort of sham life
(but, it was mine)
Well, open a box, take out a picture
of your humble narrator
at seventeen
an age when he'd read too much about
Turkish Delight and a land
ruled by a lion
a lion.... a lie on... you are a lie.
And all that I really know, is that you and I, we already know...
how low I am willing to go.
How low?
How low?
HELLO!
HELLO HELLO...
It's your time,
it's my sham life,
it's my trial,
it's fucked up,
it's maxed out,
it's held down.
Here is a box full of some words or other,
made out to someone,
(oh someone or other)
I once called a friend,
but wanted as lover...
friend / lover...
friend / lover....
friend...
lover.
She was mine.
And so this lover
you know the one who'd burned down all of the others
Well, she was mine
At least for a short time
But, she might as well have been yours
for all I remember
All I have to go on
is boxes full of...
And it's my... Life... Sham... Life... My... Trial...
My sham life, my mock trail, my sham life, my mock trial.
And all that I really know,
is that you and I, we already know
September 2005, Michael Anderson
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