

Beautiful BabylonJust years and lives and wars and kings Separate us from the rivers of Babylon, Where we sat down and wept in the misting rain, And the fated that took us demanded a song.Beautiful Babylon
Daughter of Babylon, weep not for your young; Cry not when we are happy, and we are those That take away your little ones, Dash your precious ones against the stones.
Beautiful Babylon accept me not. Tell me to have no part of thee; Tell me I am not one of your lot, But of Jerusalem, of virtuosity.
O, beautiful Babylon, now beautifully naked, I see now your truth, your sin, yo


Nervous -new title pending-we hovered prostrate an inch above a warm tin roof as it squeaked its indignation beneath us and gazed at the clouds sliding along a dark blue wasteland beneath the dull spotlight of the moon— the distracted audience studying actors on a stage— each player floating by nonchalantly the nervousness clinging to the air between themNervous -new title pending-
dark blue and star-dew studded stringy liquid spider webs of apprehension that dripped imperceptibly onto our faces down our legs and arms to rest in on our fingers and toes— fastening down our hands and sealing our lips leashing our tongue
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Why do you wear that stupid man suit?
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~Josh
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