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. . . . . . . . . . "Some shit."
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Running gunning punning
Lips along metal
Cold paint on steel
Like a veneer on a glacier
Like a venereal
Disease
This ease
With which I peel myself
Away
Aweigh
Anchors aweigh
Sail away
From this rotten mooring
From a boring morning
Facing
The glare of the sun
Of the sum
Of the sins I've racked up
Cracked up
In this small town shell hell bell pell mell tell
Tell
Tell
Tell me
Over and Over again my friend
About the Town Slut
The Loose Nut
The Hot Lust
Of the White Trash chip pain garages
Paint goulashes
Decoupages
Lost in a capillary alleyway
Of endings
And bendings
And interconnectings
Only the small town fucker
Would know
Hoe
Blow
Go
Away in a stranger
No crib to be led
But a thirty-year veteran
In the wars that we've bled
No juice from the sky (this guy?)
Drip down where we lay
The small-town messiah
In shit where he lay
Take her home, go alone,
In the field where you played
And find Jesus, not to please us,
Fast asleep on your hay.
Love the glossy ideal
Of the place where you stayed
but the sweat-covered imprint
Is the home of the lay.
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. anada 123 by Infernal (c)2000 anada e'zine .
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