This if from this morning--forgot to post yesterday's bit...will do that later on this evening
the signature is a new average
take to the hills with your walking and sticks
all the animals won’t bother to meet you here
nondescript pastoral experience gloats over
the film of your eyes, a reel burning there in the light
sing your favorite song quietly while commuters
also sing their favorite cursewords
god loves a man in shoulderstrapped gun
loves the angry carriage of noon
high-beams traipse across the median
as the warp-speed snow gathers brown
it seams onto the edges of the causeway
over these abandoned townships the sky limps
each doorframe a measuring block
for removal--what sound crisps
in the fame cage is not the youth gone wild
it is the lack of pinholes in the bottom
of a beer can that makes the liquid stable
and a whole case of ponies is calling
from the trunk and our better judgement
loses to the distances we travel
and where we set each heart is a trophy
and the land will get us there
we just need to erase our way through
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