Wedding Cases
The window ledge is where I’m from,
Right on, right on, right on, right on,
On the passenger seat to the television set,
Everyone’s guess, everyone’s guess. They got it.
They got it right that’s what I said.
The news it’s coming.
She’s got a jetpack.
Flying up to Kingdom Come.
Along, the savages, go to where they belong.
Along, along, to tons of faith,
A room full of windows of lampshades of grace,
With minute-men and wedding cases,
And butler men bucking to the sound of the stadium.
The spell of her Son,
Going right in time,
The one and true one,
On a moment of time.
On the life of her One
In the center of the square,
To where they all go,
When they all come from here.
by Ben Bussewitz
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