# a letter from mary //draft v2 the rotting jesus when the ice that clings on to your beard is screaming agony how 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out how 'bout remembering your divinity Let him kiss me with the kisses of this mouth My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil , this air But to what purpose Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves You know how it feels when the real world encroaches Rubbing elbows with the unemployed and you Together we went traveling, as we received the call He spends his life walking the streets of New York City --See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out --See the Bedouin fires at night I sit in my house for days on end and stare at roses in the closet Dishes in the sink, the TV�s in repair Don�t look at the floor, Don�t go up the stairs Oh God help me Hold my breath I want you to notice when I�m not around You�re so fucking special... Falling, yes I�m falling, Go ahead make yourself comfortable darlin� I�m not doing this to be thanked, laugh if you want to You�re an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill. With those eyes Just a breath Can send me back To Bethlehem one eye pointed upwards looking for the holes in the sky one eye on the little flashing red light we see Tibet through the binoculars of the people Though I know that evenin�s empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand, I�m so glad that you have decided to come you have watched on repeat the story of your life across the ceiling and in review to the soul�s desires, the body listens what the flesh requires and I can see you-- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun Little red feet with big blue toes and I still pray for I do not know Other echoes
