above the water under the flame


barbarous metal shavings in the throat of a goat
the land is cruel here
the stupid still eat off it
see the sheep run to the clouds
hear the scraping wings of dallas fort worth birds
down in the weed
a man waits for his daughter
she was buyin shoes for dance today
she didn’t buy no shoes though
wife waits for hurricane
would be good
to see the rain
lastly
there’s me
sittin beneath a roof that leaks sunlight
wish i could sleep through the day
rather like the star's confidence
and ignorance
for what all goes on down here

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