Pillowcase Sail

There's a bad, bad place with no big blue sea
where people like you and me go.
(Because we've been) bad bad bad, Sister Big Shoes
says so. She's sure
of most things, but I'm sure I know
a turtle holds the world on his back and Sister Black
it's turtles all the way down.
She says, "God hates to hear a lie like that," but I think
He likes a bedtime story. I think
She likes a bedtime story.
Gracie made a pillowcase sail, Huck Finned it down
the sewer river in a bleach-bottle raft, little craft
kept steady with ridiculous hope and perfect weather.
Of course, she sailed off the edge of turtle world
but I know it didn't hurt a bit.
Better to be out of the reach of the curl of that
crushing, smashing fist, of that
hushing, crashing fist."
There's a bad, bad place with no big blue sea
where people like you and me go.
Because we've been bad bad bad, Sister Big Shoes
says so. She's sure
of most things, but I'm sure I know
a turtle holds the world on his back and Sister Black
it's turtles all the way down.

©1994 Agent Gracie Music (BMI) and McKinley


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