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Cape Canaveral

Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole,
I saw your legends lined up
and I never felt more natural.
Apart, I just came apart.

Please, please, please sister Socrates,
you always answer with a question
show some kindness to a petty thief.
Forgive, you did forgive.

And watch the migrants smoke in the old orange grove
and the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral.
You've been a father to me in 1960's speak.
Give me comatose joy like re-run TV,
while the mountain's side was shining wild colors of my destiny.

I watched your face age backwards changing shape in my memory.
You told me victory's sweet even deep in the cheap seats.

Hey, hey, hey mother interstate
can you deliver me from evil.
Make me honest, make me wedding cake.
Atone, I will atone.

Wait, wait, wait mighty outer-space
all that flying saucer terror.
Made me lazy drinking lemonade.
A waste, it just went to waste.

Like the freon cold out the hotel door
or the white rocket fade over Cape Canaveral.
You've been a daughter to me,
your buried shoe-box grief.
I felt your poltergeist love like savannah heat,
while the waterfall was pouring crazy symbols of my destiny.

I watched your face die backwards little baby in my memory.
You told me victory's sweet even deep in the cheap seats.

And you don't judge me that's not your style,
but I won't see youfor a little while.
And there's no worries, whose got time.
All these changes are going to fill your mind.

Like the citrus glow off the old orange grove
or the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral.
It's been a nightmare for me some 1980's grief
gives me parachute dreams like old war movies,
while the universe was drawing
perfect circles for infinity.

I watched the stars get smaller, tiny diamonds in my memory.
I know that victory is sweet even deep in the cheap seats.