Oh the angles
why did they leave me?
with the dusty whiskey bottle
and that sharp cold steel
deep in my pocket
this good ole boy there
he told me where to step
one too many times
tried to tell me what to do
I got him between the eyes
in the back of that bar
with a hot slug from my .45

A man can bend only so far
I lost my baby for a sloppy southern night
a northern boy too deep
it was bound to happen
too drunk and so distant
in that smoky stale joint
the corner of Washington and 1st
if only my baby
had kept me home that night

And now I frown of bitter misery
in a cold concrete cell
I call home
this is what I get
for running a good woman off
in a place I don’t belong
I now find myself a resident
for 20 years to come

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And as the ones who finish last remnants of hallucinogens
Fade into the night
Those who huffed
Remain
With the nature o their device
Riding knee high on shoulders
Weary of the dawn
And forever seeking absolution
Skies fade
And the world is relit
With a certain kindness
Bewildered from humanity
For the more adventurous
And observant of the late masses

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Otherwise

The distant groans of memories
Can be heard for many miles
From beyond the hills whence they originated
In the hollows of darkest greens
Hued beyond the daylight

Through the meadows
And over the streams
That surround the plains of the thriving
Nothing holds its weight now
Nothing keeps its wind

The breath of the dying
Fades as the days grow further apart
And the living forget about the past
That made them where they’ve become
They have no need for such things

The shadows don’t lay as long today
With the invisible brightness
Glowing like it does these days
From the faces of the smiling hoard
No one would dare say otherwise

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