
The Kelly Song Collective
The Meadows
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I want to sleep in the meadows. I want to bathe in the wash,
search the ghettos for the Spanish that I’ve lost.
The mountains ring around you, and you wear them like a crown.
From a pedestal of desert blue, the mornings bring you down.
I’m a bullet in the empty gun you dance with in a dream.
I didn’t know the game was twenty-one when I hit on seventeen.
What secret’s in the sunny night that I may never know
the colour of your twilight eyes? You kissed me with them closed.
And I will go. But what remains, I’ll seed and grow.
I put it there to echo in your ear. Now listen to my souvenir.
Your electric heart’s a bluebird that we carry in a sack -
a yolk across your shoulders, a whip upon your back.
I stowed away its neon blood. The scarlet stains I cast
are shade for the oasis that used to be its nest.
I was just a pony sleeping on your riverbed.
Hallucinations were all phony ones. The flood was in my head.
You promised me that I would stay a solitary cell.
You lied. I multiplied my way in your wooden well.
Now I have gone, but what must stay will play along.
I left it like a lyric disappears, so listen to our souvenir.
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© Audsongs 2019
