Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Oh, it's horrible
You wouldn't believe me if I told you
You'd say I'd been blinded by fortune
But it's horrible
This nation is a giant
so many puddles of oceans
and ruts of highways
and slag piles of cities
It's horrible to see
So many county lines drawn in chalk
Countrysides with rotting farms
It's horrible
Like the roar of horses
Like a thousand pounding bleeding drums
It's horrible, I can't stand it
I get to see it all
Slack jaws, dough faces
A billion eyes shine
and make shapeless constellations.
Let me suck on the tailpipe like a whore,
lash me to the trailer hitch
Drag my smokey body home
and bury what's left beneath a limestone slab.

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