It's Hard to Tell
Brian Wapole
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I won't be long or far, she said Then she left our door ajar Six years on we met again She frowned as if she had something to add Do I know you I replied, it's getting hard to tell Disarm me, oh Lord Crook my spine Curse me deaf and blind Get me drunk, oh Lord On white noise wine Lord scour my blistered feet With rusted rotted serrated teeth This, this, oh Lord, I dare entreat For a home to be a home, I'm told One needs a straw broom seven centuries old It took years of dust passing through us For you and I to come so unmoored And then no home is quite home enough Disarm me, oh Lord Crook my spine Curse me deaf and blind Get me drunk, oh Lord On white noise whine Lord scour my blistered feet With rusted rotted serrated teeth This, this, oh Lord, I dare entreat
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