I wasn't supposed to be here
swallowed by the same virulent dragon
as the denizens
as the easily excited massive igno-mass class the neo-deductives
neo-anti-intellectualism
as the dumpies
fuck Dumpsta fuck the lesson he gave his life to teach
preach big daddy titian babysitter flat face
and that aint cultural appropriation
not yet
Stitch: not like this
World:
I wasn't supposed to have a black duster dusted by closed closet existence
dreaming of last night's mad mare ride
leggy blue jeans clean too long creased forgotten
fuck! I bled in those boots for three weeks
to harden
for what???
the blood long stale
the crusty callouses long forgotten
cum and cute but cut from the cow life
no
star clutched midnight saddlesore frozen by a shadow and
shiver shrill of a wayward wolf's too-near howl
I wasn't supposed to be vacant of the struggle to live cleanly
sharp cold of morning sharpens the soul
coffee and cow's cream from the can in the back of the cab
they said NOBODY could do it in less than twelve parsecs
what they failed to see was:
there is ALWAYS a path in the chaos
and if you can read the path
see the trail
you can EXIST where it seems impossible to EXIST
the chapter turned
I saw it!
I saw the unfolding of new rich realms
I saw the forested mountains and treasures in untold lost groves
I saw the spirits of peace in the paths beneath my naked feet
for once all rivers ran to the Pacific Ocean
woe to ki-pat
the grass was just starting to grow green
the cattle were just starting to grow fat
on the cusp of the firstborn word of a new exciting poem
but a wind blew
cold
a golden broodmare threw her finely muscled ass high into the air
and me
me
my arm shattered
my new hat fell onto an old shelf
my wranglers fell folded crisp again and unworn
my boots stiffened up by the backdoor
the turning page, it turned back
the chapter fell away
I fell thirteen feet over a blonde with a ten pound skull
right back to where the rivers flow to the Atlantic Ocean.
TA
swallowed by the same virulent dragon
as the denizens
as the easily excited massive igno-mass class the neo-deductives
neo-anti-intellectualism
as the dumpies
fuck Dumpsta fuck the lesson he gave his life to teach
preach big daddy titian babysitter flat face
and that aint cultural appropriation
not yet
Stitch: not like this
World:
I wasn't supposed to have a black duster dusted by closed closet existence
dreaming of last night's mad mare ride
leggy blue jeans clean too long creased forgotten
fuck! I bled in those boots for three weeks
to harden
for what???
the blood long stale
the crusty callouses long forgotten
cum and cute but cut from the cow life
no
star clutched midnight saddlesore frozen by a shadow and
shiver shrill of a wayward wolf's too-near howl
I wasn't supposed to be vacant of the struggle to live cleanly
sharp cold of morning sharpens the soul
coffee and cow's cream from the can in the back of the cab
they said NOBODY could do it in less than twelve parsecs
what they failed to see was:
there is ALWAYS a path in the chaos
and if you can read the path
see the trail
you can EXIST where it seems impossible to EXIST
the chapter turned
I saw it!
I saw the unfolding of new rich realms
I saw the forested mountains and treasures in untold lost groves
I saw the spirits of peace in the paths beneath my naked feet
for once all rivers ran to the Pacific Ocean
woe to ki-pat
the grass was just starting to grow green
the cattle were just starting to grow fat
on the cusp of the firstborn word of a new exciting poem
but a wind blew
cold
a golden broodmare threw her finely muscled ass high into the air
and me
me
my arm shattered
my new hat fell onto an old shelf
my wranglers fell folded crisp again and unworn
my boots stiffened up by the backdoor
the turning page, it turned back
the chapter fell away
I fell thirteen feet over a blonde with a ten pound skull
right back to where the rivers flow to the Atlantic Ocean.
TA
