• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 06
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nothing grows there
nothing glows there
nothing goes

in the answer phone
a voice abandoned
by her own loneliness

I don’t want to describe it
I don’t want to dwell in it
I am healing

Some don’t know what is like
to be a rainbow child
in the land of dust

where nothing nothing

grows glows goes back
to stay to say to play
It was never their heyday

in the 80s

curious and small
all the while the Carnival
paraded on the TV

In my clenched fist
a handful of confetti
in my tireless heart, a door

and the road that lead to every dream



away away away
from that dry, dreary land
a twig that broke

from the dying branch
the mother just about sat
in her prickly apron

in a throne of mistrust

her fingers mimicking the mercy of a Christ
she has never known
- the mother only sees to what's dying

(I don’t want to talk about it
I don't want to dwell on it)

You see I am healing
I am not in that picture
You see I am free

And I know of the red song
deep in the living heartwood
and all it has given me

away away away from that land, you see