I last minuted even more last minute this week than I last minuted last week – Yeesh!
lyrics
A series of fevers and dreams. . .
I
Bend
Old willow
Rest your weary head
Right on me
Last night I dreamt a dream that we were talkin’
Those hanging midnight blossoms smelled so sweet
Then they jerked me from my chair
Stripped my clothes and cut my hair
And strung me from your branches by my feet
II
Bend
Old willow
Lay your cooling hand
Right on me
For forty days I lay ill with a fever
T’was forty nights euphoric, swelling heat
A shaking seized the bed
Pried the pillow from my head
And rolled me in my bedclothes to the street
III
Bend
Old willow
Cast your rapture
Down on me
At the age of ten, I was taken with a vision
Of electric static snowfall, stinging sleet
I shot up up from a booth
Cracked my skull and chipped my tooth
Which left the revelation incomplete
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