It just keeps going on and on.
It's awful how it does that.
Head on a stem getting weak. style all over the place.
just screwing around.
never angry
but bafflement is extremely agitating
directly able to enjoy ins and outs
infinitely able to express desires
imagining what imagination inspires
driving sweet things to desperation, texas
her pick up up on blocks but
that's a performance engine
what can be done has been but might
be alright to check out again
after all, there aren't that many miles to art, texas
two trailers were up on the hill,
not in art but elsewhere
and hers was bigger, and she liked him to come there
and the light switch was shocking
always in his altogether and always night out and
she never turned the light on, not herself
never happy but never quite miserable enough
to take any comfort, none of that southern gentlemanly comfort
that stokes a fire, breaks the bed, well some, but not much
two heads go on talking and the ears don't work on either one
they made better mirrors years ago, but telephony never was better
the hammer comes down square on pretty hair
and children scream in a playground down the road, no children here
you can cover that up and can cancel subscriptions and can
take tango lessons later and dog obedience and liver damage
likens to just a hole in a canoe
nothing lasts long
nothing tastes better
than long loving
than laughing
choking on lies or lounging,
ah it's a good thing a good thing sticky thing
not riled up enough to talk back
urges piled up enough to lay back, just glisten sticky and wiggle
tried it in the water, dried it in the air
she never comes up for air and like to get her to touch
that lightning rod there and hold on, ride of a life, honey
get in that truck and drive down,
out of this damn trailer, push 'em off the hill go willy-nil
just once drink, drink in a hole, get up in the morning
they get up for every morning
never angry and never happy
don't stop, they don't pull over, just accelerate
something on the radio is manifest
and the air conditioner is a man in between
and that man grips the wheel, that man has icy hands
that man's heard it all and listened to nothing but the radiator
wisdom in a small package
closes the next day and been closed the next day for 50 years
can't go back, but can pick up the scent
and can't give it up, can't give it over
these sweet things give cloying stings that'll replay and some comfort's denied
can't take a horse to your favorite bar anymore
can't take a flying horse back: all are non-returnable and everyone
of them impossible to saddle, back in motion and hard to break
and hard to ride and all hard to feed, hard to love, hard to kill, hard to eat
and makes for hunger.
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