pink things and narishkeit
an even pick, a roomful
of dues-paying sages
on Yom Kippur and
out here in Nowhere
even the green branches are
in limbo, eerily calm, the leaves
themselves waiting for
a heavenly decree
Who, by stoning?
Not me, I hope
(it's a rough way to go)
let's not forget, Oh Lord on High
just weeks back when I refrained from
shanking the crackhead for
throwing ice at my Mercedes...
let us never forget
So go on, Lord in Shamayim,
check my record,
go you God of Avraham, Yitzchak
and Yaakov,
check all of our records,
Lord of all above and below
Heavenly father of 900-year-old Moses
and the ten little dwarves
and the giants in the Midbar
and the white loaves of nothingness
(falling from the sky)
burning without burning
the tattoo on grandmother's arm
and my Mercedes with ice marks...
go pull our sheets, Avinu Malkeinu,
we praise you
and thank you
plenty
by not asking to see yours
an even pick, a roomful
of dues-paying sages
on Yom Kippur and
out here in Nowhere
even the green branches are
in limbo, eerily calm, the leaves
themselves waiting for
a heavenly decree
Who, by stoning?
Not me, I hope
(it's a rough way to go)
let's not forget, Oh Lord on High
just weeks back when I refrained from
shanking the crackhead for
throwing ice at my Mercedes...
let us never forget
So go on, Lord in Shamayim,
check my record,
go you God of Avraham, Yitzchak
and Yaakov,
check all of our records,
Lord of all above and below
Heavenly father of 900-year-old Moses
and the ten little dwarves
and the giants in the Midbar
and the white loaves of nothingness
(falling from the sky)
burning without burning
the tattoo on grandmother's arm
and my Mercedes with ice marks...
go pull our sheets, Avinu Malkeinu,
we praise you
and thank you
plenty
by not asking to see yours
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