Jar Baby
sweat that brown goo
open your eyes
how i want you to
nibble fingers
like fish in heat
you shrieking scrap
of living meat
no soul to sell
no heaven no hell
jar baby stuck below the sky
paddle your arm
I'll do you no harm
oh how I wish you could run
alongside the sea
you creature bereaved
and sing with me "Fears of Gun" (37,470)
Tue Apr 22, 2008 5:57 pm Finally, a poet reaching out to th' massive but oft-ignored jar baby community. This is like "I Know Why th' Caged Bird Sings" but more concise.
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