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a five line ode to my poetry index.
a modern day view of the second-class carriage (or, weekdays). a quick memoir of september the eighth. a thousand witnesses. an eon and a day. banishment. belief and other such musings. blue period. considering your character. contemporary gipsy (a hippy love story). crazy music. envy. first cigarette. greyhound on 85th. gridlock. in short, september 13th. julie plays the hero. last cigarette, for terry olynik. my pathetic secret. my thalidomide baby. ode to communication. ode to giovanni lee alvarez (or, disenchanted). ode to the tough guy. passagers. sometimes, her name was. the seven minutes of sunrise (or, infatuation). the truth about him and i. you, lost. 2007 2006 2005 home |
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My thalidomide baby, I don't know anyone quite as complete as you, Your limbs, though they be missing, there is nothing you can do, My thalidomide baby, if God were on your side, But he says to have a baby that you have to go through pain, You have to go through sickness, But my thalidomide baby, oh, I love you just the same, Though your eyelids may be lost within the shadows of my womb, I promise I'll go searching for a hook hand for you soon, My thalidomide baby, I don't know anyone quite as complete as you. The doctors in their white-washed walls called it a miracle of medicine, That they'd never found a better drug, a greater prescription, my thalidomide baby, oh, for your kicks inside had caused me so much grief, But, if God were on your side, I'm sure he would not have made me question my belief, My thalidomide baby, even though you're missing organs, I was missing something too, My thalidomide baby, I don't know anyone quite as complete as you. Your father ran to Berlin when I first threw up the news, "You know I will not marry you, you know that it won't do," My thalidomide baby, I don't know anyone quite as compelte as you. I was lost within my sorrows, the burden that we'd reaped, The way that this deep sickness nightly roused me from my sleep, I felt alone and lonely for nine months on, but, my thalidomide baby, though your body is rift with unformed parts, your birth made me complete, Oh my thalidomide baby, I don't know anyone quite as complete as you. |