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I TOOK THE 11A

I took the 11A in the whispering wind
        to the church
Falling to my knees I prayed
        for rain
        for my car
        for my fear of love

Where does death go after death
I saw in the supermarket cows
Slaughtered and wrapped in plastic
Hounded by roaches
Cold blood and tomatoes swirl

On the bus was yesterday's paper
"Madonna Weds Penn"
I don't like to read those things
Where when and how many sold to the public
It was the last staple issue
With over a billion served

I love picture magazines
Flat silent faces lusty dead to my ear
Deaf to my touch dead look eyes
The word look two O's
Eyes peek a junkies observation
A magazine clean and dirty
And no one in it over thirty

I pray for my father old gray and worked
For my mother strong and sick with worry
For my love gone like Led Zeppelin
Never to return to the stairway
Where daddy spanked me
I cried because Santa Claus doesn't
Come in August

A brown spider passes me on the pew
Where will he go after death
To a stoplight on route one

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