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my favorite chords
they're tearing up streets again.
they're building a new hotel.
the mayor's out killing kids
to keep taxes down,
and me and my anger sit
folding a paper bird,
letting the curtains turn
to beating wings
wish i had a socket-set
to dismantle this morning
and just one pair of clean socks.
and a photo of you.
when you get off work tonight,
meet me at the construction site,
and we'll write some notes to tape
to the heavy machines,
like "We hope they treat you well.
Hope you don't work too hard.
We hope you get to be happy sometimes."
bring your swiss-army knife,
and a bottle of something,
and I'll bring some spraypaint
and a new deck of cards.
hey i found the safest place
to keep all our tenderness.
keep all our bad ideas
keep all our hope
it's here in the smallest bones,
the feet and the inner-ear.
it's such an enormous thing
to walk and to listen.
I'd like to fall asleep
to the beat of you breathing
in a room near a truckstop
on a highway somewhere
you are a radio.
you are an open door
i am a faulty string
of blue christmas lights
you swim through frequencies
you let that stranger in,
as I'm blinking off and on
and off again
we've got a lot of time.
or maybe we don't
but i'd like to think so
so let me pretend
these are my favourite chords
i know you like them too
when i get a new guitar
you can have this one
and sing me a lullaby
sing me the alphabet
sing me a story i
haven't heard yet
