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writing on 11.26.09 at 09:58:05 PM
i wanna be sharper than
a razor blade
harder than a bucket of
steel staring
down
the old wabash line
i wish i could dress up in black
help bring the choctaw back
but i know i’m just a man
for another time.
johnny did all that before
willie helped along some more
and waylon took the gamble
of their time.
now all the rings are gone,
riding dusty streets [...]
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writing on 11.26.09 at 12:14:53 AM
i’ve seen you up there
in that murky yonder,
with belt draped
low as the
three kings wonder.
i’ve seen you out there
in too many skies,
with passion’s arrow
playing the
three stings of life.
i see you up there
reminding this history,
with hunter hubris
opaque like
three movements of mystery.
i see you: and know,
that destinies like yours:
are for myth
and slumber.
