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Backed across that bastard,

Spun the mud like fabric,

Tires lifting dropping,

The shining river blinds me…

One false stitch is all it takes,

Just throw your fist across your face and split a lip.

What a thrill to hurt yourself without a thing to blame

for all the suffering.

Serves us right, the violent types,

a word is flipped inside your mind until it’s… shit.

Lost, all lost…

There’s no crazy crush when

The thought is lost in

All the confusion,

The current swept it off…

Back across the byway,

Took the Northern Northern,

Spinal cord and muscle,

I’m strong as hell, I’m open…

Hollow rock beside an estuary bank

of mud and slime where a boat sank.

Clothing stretched across a stone,

cold cigarettes and chicken bones are all he left.

Stinking tide reminds a rat of better times and all

the bread he left behind.

All of the crumbs and gristled fat

he threw at birds who nagged and snapped

and cursed his eyes.

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