Outside the great divide

Rickie Lee Jones

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    outside the great divide
    the dogs racked up about wild hangers
    the fleshy neighborhood is still the city
    the wire bled into chairs
    the chairs eaten by dogs waiting for a ride
    the cars humming and strumming the air
    with coarse teeth and hair
    I have learned what comes with you
    dog man fleshy dog man
    and I l did not awaken this endless pain, this galactic hook up with the crucifixion,
    my single cell crusted in this prophet, I am the prophet, for the night
    and for the filthy warm pine and the dusty glance
    of the day
    we meet
    tangling our feet
    in the noisy closets
    barking collars
    that miss
    her when she's gone
    and button up when she comes near
    every morning the dog
    moaning and barking and humping a tree
    and last week I saw two black birds
    out on the side walk
    heaving
    belly's up
    claws locked
    now the fire escapes wind up the brick
    long notes
    from a dieing
    leaving last words
    every mattress, every napkin holder a cry
    that has crystallized
    because there is a sun
    I know god through sands
    torn into long strands
    and I can sing
    my legs around you
    my tongue into you
    surrender too
    our shame, our despair, our reason and patience
    you, father, lover, wordless musics, inside boy
    traffic addicts, sound bound, trying to be careless
    with ecstasy
    the time that binds our
    fleshy lives
    our aces in the tree
    swinging
    with the muscle of the sea
    climbing
    rubbing pussy on the bark
    climbing
    up up up
    slipping down climbing up
    slipping down
    for gods pleasure
    the whole thing, man, the whole thing
    writing it
    going back and rewriting it
    from here
    the fleshy here to there
    I throw up all day from the deep
    it pulls on my deep and I swoon
    I cannot drive
    I cannot remember
    I place the wrong words in the places I spoon
    I will be airborne soon
    pregnant
    inhuman, fleshy home, inhuman
    in this pleasure of fleshy unity
    I seek god I chew the leaves around the picnic table
    I come in close to British guests
    I lick my husband as he walks by
    I am the monitor, the mantis, the anchor
    celebrating
    this fleshy life

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