Tongues (That Know No Language)

December 12, 2012

Our Sherpa, the beloved entertainer

My song about my girls.

Sherpa’s started moving slow
There’s a problem with her hips
Can’t find purchase on the floor,
She struggles and she slips.
We’ve been through it all before,
There’s a part of it we hate,
When it’s time for walkin’
The old dog’s at the gate.

Tongues that know no language — don’t philosophize
Don’t betray your secrets, or tell you any lies

Sherpa shuffles down the hall
To her blanket on the floor
She wants it laid out just so
She won’t jump up anymore
Dublin has an old tweed chair
To rest her feral head
Paris likes to sleep with us
Three heartbeats in the bed.

Dublin’s eyes are Bible-black
And Paris’s are gold
Coalie’s eyes got cloudy
Before he got very old
Sometimes I wake up at night
In the grainy dim before dawn
I watch my girls sleeping
And I know that nothing is wrong

You can buy their self-help books
And expensive flattery
You can burn down your whole life
And call it therapy
You can shutter up your soul
Fetishize your victim-hood
Eating out your bitter heart
Pretending that it’s good

But tongues that know no language — don’t philosophize
Don’t betray your secrets, or tell you any lies


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