First Job

All evening I hunted
the bird that wanted
a cage of glass,
here where cemetery
slides into creek, fronting
what was once the largest
indoor leather mill in the world.
There the skins gathered
for cleansing, coloring,
scraping, shipping off.

It closed three years after
a lone sparrow set up camp
behind the only desk
in the only full-serve
service station left in town
where, from four to seven
nightly one summer,
I blackened the pages
of books with my thumbs.

Whatever it sought there—
thumping its frightened body
against glass, into cabinets
or out to the bays
scrubbed raw with gasoline
where the broken waited
to be raised up, hosed off,
fastened together in hope
of coughing to life again—
whatever it sought was not a dollar
slipped through a window cracked
because patronage was right
for the aging ladies of August to provide
from Chryslers cool in the sun.

There was nothing to be found
in books or boxes of parts.
And the tools hanging from pegs
were as useless as my hands,
which could not patch together
those straggling conveyances
any more than I could
with a tattered broom
batter the bird to freedom
as I swung at fluttering terror
as I sought with useless devices
some fortune reposed
in corners of grease and dust.

BY JOSEPH CAMPANA

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Long Time No See

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I Can`t Let You In

Fiyero, don’t tell a soul what you’ve seen
This is the life that you and I are meant to lead
I can’t let you in, ’cause the world is falling to pieces
I can’t let you in, ’cause the world is falling to pieces
Fiyero, don’t tell a soul a word we speak
I need to know, if I don’t make it home, you won’t look for me
I can’t let you in, ’cause the world will tear us to pieces
I can’t let you in, ’cause the world will tear us to pieces
Don’t even let them hear you breathe
I’ll never see you again, ’cause the world has torn you to pieces
And don’t you dare deceive destiny
Her for you, but you for me
And don’t you dare deceive destiny
Her for you, but you for me
Her for you, but you for me
For me

~Hannah Fury~

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Eternity

“He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.”

~William Blake~

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God put a smile upon your face

“…God gave you style and gave you grace

and put a smile upon your face…”

~Coldplay~

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