Voices in your Pocket

 

I'll be Joe Blow, driftin' from job to job;
I'll work nights, reading of the mob.
I'm the Rev. Mother.

I'm a tireless vet.

I'm suddenly no life, no death, if two tiny specks...
I'd show you love you can't believe...
Would you put my grandchildren on my knees
?

I'm a dimpled girl with big brown eyes
I'm your friend; no one understands me like you do.
I'm myself, apart from you, from your bellows.

There's two flames. Unite one wick.
I'll sight the blind, heal the stricken
I'm holy fire; Let me be, feed me;
I'll holy cauterize, pan-Asians freed

I'm your fetus, from your penis, from your fire
I'm your image, filling slimness, 'til I come.
I'm the first one of five -- I'm a farmer working to survive.
I'm a doctor -- C.E.O. -- civil righter -- taxman owed --
I'm the homeless junkie, postage owing, at the docks --

 

 

 

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