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Hip-pocket flask at the ready

Step-light downed by the glass

What’s that nail doing in my head?

One minute ago I was shooting from the saddle

Knee-deep in salt and shoe grease

Whipping the leather with a fire toothed crack

Words are candy, they rot out my brain

With the nail twisting hot front up to back

With the nail twisting hot front up to back

No, this triumph is nothing like waste

The smell of my youth in a brown paper sack

Shake it and throw it in the oven

Warm it up soft like it wasn’t day old

Or stale and hard as a coroner’s wife

Look through the rearview mirror

At the headlights, up from behind

Melt into war-eyes and candy cigarettes

Vampire teeth and black-eyed snowmen

It’s a hundred degrees my boots are soaked to the tongue

Covered in misty aberration

Souls are soles are holes in the frame of a

Picture of a madman hanging on a dusty wall

Down the hall on the right, all night

Paces reverently Mr. My Go

Are you ready? let’s hit, then man…

Let’s visit the neighbors that never come home

From a costume-ball no one goes to alone

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