I stole all your music
Really just a piece
Since I share it with the rest of everyone
I don't feel like they did - betrayed
Although at one point
Not by you
But those I have shared with
Myself
You
must be rubbed
raw
Mr. Troubadour
You too will be fired
Extracted
You have already been trialed
I took your twisted wish
This very straight place
Never quite sure whether the Bear Mountain retreat happened
When the smoke escapes
You harden up
But never you -
Leaving yourself open
Like some kind of walking vagina
All glimmer and rose
And maybe that is why the gals can play you in the movies
You've done worse than I
To other halves
But kept it honest
And honesty only gets you so far
When wrestling self
Now I read books on pediatrics
Articles on geotagging
How to make ringtones
From songs you wrote
By taking pieces
That reflect my life
Reversed against your steely edge
Upside down in your kitsch saddlebag
Pressed lengthwise against your sanctity
Parallel to your public outcry
Shoved crumpled into your satchel and sheath
Backwards on your over-rigged schooner
In opposition to your beached veracity
In more temperate weather
I relax and sip you
Take you in
Like some sweaty vagina
But never quite like those nights
When making someone cry
Not caring to stop
Because that care ran so deeply
The actions were secondary
Useless
Not worth mentioning
And the other
Wrapped up in you
And the moment
And the rain
Took us both in
Not like any kind of body part
But like a tsunami
Like a tornado on the pacific
Like a real twister
And the rain couldn't find its way in
The windows sealed forever
A tomb
Fated the way of the glass milk jug
Ashtray and evil eye
Sent back around
In sand and principle
Your tired scraps
Lasting on paper for always
In hymn forever
Sent out there
Where sound can travel
On bitter cold horseback
Through the cracked vertebrae
Of eternity
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3.8.10
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