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 Baby’s 
A
ball is all blood 
D
red of flayed 
A
pigs
  
and silk 
D
soft little 
A
things
  
fill a 
D
house hung from 
A
strings
  
and I 
E
fly out on my silver, 
D
scissoring 
A
wings
  
with the 
E
other sardines over 
D
cities of 
A
things mommies 
D
need —
  
light as 
E
gas, and half-
D
assedly 
A
free,
  
like I 
E
was in nineteen ninety 
A
three.
D
 Over the 
A
ruins like we’re 
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staggering 
A
apes.
  
What we 
D
get is what we 
A
take
  
in a 
E
split open place where a 
D
man can get 
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kinged
  
in a 
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palace of 
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panic and 
A
flames
  
where no
D
body gets 
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blamed 
  
by the 
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tired, and broke down, and 
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beat. 
  
In sunken 
E
gardens where there was a 
A
street.
D
West over 
A
water, I 
D
rambled and 
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paced,
  
and the 
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blood river 
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raced, like the 
D
sweat down my 
A
face.
  
And the 
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stadium roared, and the 
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warriors 
A
embraced.
  
And the 
E
golden shore groaned beneath the 
D
weight of my 
A
tastes. 
  
And I 
D
blazed 
  
in the 
E
last orange 
D
hours of the 
A
day,
  
until the 
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dust hazed and 
D
hid us 
A
away.
  
So, little 
D
baby, be 
A
brave.
  
I see your 
D
dad riding 
A
over the 
E
rise,
  
crashing his 
D
whole caval
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cade 
  
Through the 
D
crowd Watch them 
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run on all 
E
sides.
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And the neon white branches,
and the carrion fly
on a congressman’s eye
  
I have 
E
wrapped up for you in some 
D
old autumn 
A
leaves,
  
and left 
E
under a rock out on 
D
Rock-Rockaway 
A
Beach,
  
beneath the 
D
trees.
  
I have 
E
laughed my best hiss to the 
D
whistling 
A
breeze.
  
There’s a 
E
hole in my throat You can 
D
note my last 
A
wheeze 
  
if you 
D
need.
  
And then take 
E
hold of the rope and down we 
A
scream.
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