in the reckless summer light
of yer kentucky bluegrass
Shed the black wool of yer two
thousand year old fur coats
and turned off yer porch light -
fireflies ain't coming 'round here no more
* * *
saw the last dumb drunk on 14th avenue ask for a quarter -
gave him a nickel
***
wat'chu know 'bout railroad stations?
tell you what -
more'n nothing
***
clipped the last clipper ship with two barrels a that shit i won't drink while i'm still seein' straight
it's a strange few i'm still talkin' to
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fuck off, yella belly
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