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Mother, May I?
the sound of your heels on the cold tile floor
i miss your business suits,
that old perfume that you always wore
your short cropped hair that bobbed when you stepped up and down our street
that red lipstick
and every kiss that never washed off my cheek

for every broken dream
for every memory
i scream for you
for all those scars that you'd hide
when you'd tuck me in night
for being my rose and my sky
i dream for you

you said,
"Mijo, I'd love you to the moon and back"
so i started counting feet and retracing my steps until i'd lose track
and i remember
stiff knuckles dipped in arthritis and diamonds
that hollow house
that room that you'd hide in
night after night after night
in a bottle of E & J
but you can't escape me

i remember you pulling at my sleeve
begging me to dance, despite the lights, in the middle of the street
so take my hand,
and follow me into the sun
we'll burn alive
we'll burn tonight
we'll burn forever
we'll burn as one

but she's an expert at throwing her life away
turned depression into a science
into poetry
she paints pictures of loneliness and tragedy
her heart doesn't beat
it just breaks and cracks...

i wish that i could...
rufie that bottle with logic and direction
i wanna replace that brandy with love
with a father
with a second chance
and drown her in it

Take my hand and follow my breath
With each step that we dance i’ll keep you safe
I’m throwing stones into open waters
Just so the ripples can’t reveal your mistakes

i guess i'm just my mother's son
i guess i'm just my mother's sun..

i want to rise on her empty nights
and put hope back into those beautiful eyes

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from For Nomads and Lonely Poets, released December 14, 2013

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