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Wait, mister, don’t go,
Tell me,
Which way is home?
Nighttime has painted the street signs blind
To my eyes;
The highway rumbles
And headlights march along the road in lines.
They’re meant to hypnotize, I think.
Stop asking, I can’t stop mumbling!
They stapled my paper lips shut
So I wouldn’t chew my bit;
Plain speech might rip my face apart.
Mister, don’t go,
Show me the sidewalk that leads to home.
It’s a quarter past five.
I will patiently wait ’til nine,
While the moonflowers fold themselves
Like bleached towels,
And while vampire gangs prowl the hillside
As they stalk their last calls;
Hear them moan, hear their growls,
Because sunlight is coming
To eliminate the gloom
And illuminate the directions you gave me.
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