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“I met Elvis in Louisville, He signed my record And kissed my cheek.” She pointed to The framed vinyl Hanging beside the old cross. The man in the rocking chair Coughed and bit into an apple. The woman cut into a Seven tier molasses cake. The radio played the National Anthem, And the old man twirled his fingers in the air, Whistling as the wind came in through The window. I’m chasing after a man who looks like my Great Grandpa. He was a **** with a salty side eye, Blue pearls embedded in his Masochistic, alcoholic head. Oil! Coal! Black lung! Liquid gold off the brushes, Mines are still There but the town is sold. Things that Have played out long before I Was born. Freshly rolled cigarettes By hand. His lighter was Navajo blue And his mustache was alright He came from San Francisco But he was born in Wheeling “Come on in, Jim, The *** is boiling.” She said from behind The screen door. “Hold on, I’m talking politics with The youngin’.” And as he said that, He rolled his lips in An O. “Put it in your mouth.” He said as he gave me A cigarette. He lit it up, And told me to inhale. I blew the smoke out of My nose, I didn’t cough But my eyes watered. He got up and left me On the porch with A rolled stogie And playing cards with Pretty women on top.

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May 17, 2015

May 17, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC

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Gold Rush in Arnett, West Virginia

“I met Elvis in Louisville, He signed my record And kissed my cheek.” She pointed to The framed vinyl Hanging beside the old cross. The man in the rocking chair Coughed and bit into an apple. The woman cut into a Seven tier molasses cake. The radio played the National Anthem, And the old man twirled his fingers in the air, Whistling as the wind came in through The window. I’m chasing after a man who looks like my Great Grandpa. He was a **** with a salty side eye, Blue pearls embedded in his Masochistic, alcoholic head. Oil! Coal! Black lung! Liquid gold off the brushes, Mines are still There but the town is sold. Things that Have played out long before I Was born. Freshly rolled cigarettes By hand. His lighter was Navajo blue And his mustache was alright He came from San Francisco But he was born in Wheeling “Come on in, Jim, The *** is boiling.” She said from behind The screen door. “Hold on, I’m talking politics with The youngin’.” And as he said that, He rolled his lips in An O. “Put it in your mouth.” He said as he gave me A cigarette. He lit it up, And told me to inhale. I blew the smoke out of My nose, I didn’t cough But my eyes watered. He got up and left me On the porch with A rolled stogie And playing cards with Pretty women on top.

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The preacher lifts his old hand, “This is where we are meant to be!” and, The geese croon overhead as the day turns around, “Here in the country! A mighty place to be for men so small!” said he, The preacher, or the carney, the very angry canary, “Here is where the wind blows and whistles across the fields, Making waves and currents that show early eidolons in the rye, And here is where the willow trees make curtains For mid-afternoon ********** with a sultry sweat on the brow!” The preacher clenches his pink fist, “Here is where holy work is done, And God is surely watching! Here is where the lilacs create a musk that staggers, And leaves the devil in bewilderment! The son of God is in your boot, He is in the locked gun cabinet, Which you threw away the key!” A woman drops to her knees, And I ask why, in which she replies, “Of course! Of course! I love him! I hate myself!” Ay, slow and easy, Her lips took the scenic route. God! The ugly and plain, With pouches and paunches, **** a dime a dozen, Come here to settle in the humid heat, Of a thousand fields spread eagle across, The American hot bed. Yes’a, I thinks, The boonies, Is where I should be, When God comes around. The preacher points his fat finger, “Leave the city for the gluttons! Leave it for the sinners! Leave it for the lazy! Leave it for the intellects of bygones, And aggravated souls who are not just, Content with what God has given us! Leave it for the hounds! We have only to hear, The gospel of sweet nature like honey dew, Or golden sopping molasses!” The sun came in through the stained windows, Shooting colors across the pale flat faces, Of the god-fearing townspeople.

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May 10, 2015

May 10, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC

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Country

The preacher lifts his old hand, “This is where we are meant to be!” and, The geese croon overhead as the day turns around, “Here in the country! A mighty place to be for men so small!” said he, The preacher, or the carney, the very angry canary, “Here is where the wind blows and whistles across the fields, Making waves and currents that show early eidolons in the rye, And here is where the willow trees make curtains For mid-afternoon ********** with a sultry sweat on the brow!” The preacher clenches his pink fist, “Here is where holy work is done, And God is surely watching! Here is where the lilacs create a musk that staggers, And leaves the devil in bewilderment! The son of God is in your boot, He is in the locked gun cabinet, Which you threw away the key!” A woman drops to her knees, And I ask why, in which she replies, “Of course! Of course! I love him! I hate myself!” Ay, slow and easy, Her lips took the scenic route. God! The ugly and plain, With pouches and paunches, **** a dime a dozen, Come here to settle in the humid heat, Of a thousand fields spread eagle across, The American hot bed. Yes’a, I thinks, The boonies, Is where I should be, When God comes around. The preacher points his fat finger, “Leave the city for the gluttons! Leave it for the sinners! Leave it for the lazy! Leave it for the intellects of bygones, And aggravated souls who are not just, Content with what God has given us! Leave it for the hounds! We have only to hear, The gospel of sweet nature like honey dew, Or golden sopping molasses!” The sun came in through the stained windows, Shooting colors across the pale flat faces, Of the god-fearing townspeople.

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What's that on your collar Sutcliffe? O’Brien said you got some amorous sweet girl Eddie? Danny D said what is it? I can't see Eddie said lipstick I said red stuff where where? he said pulling at his white shirt collar with the red lipstick mark he opened his shirt collar and pulled it downward how'd that get there? he asked your cousin still staying with you is she Eddie? Danny said smiling no not her not that bucktooth ***** Eddie said it must have been my mum she insists on kissing me before school can't bring herself to kiss your spotty skin so kisses your collar Danny said she must have missed Eddie said how do I get it off? who with? O’Brien said I ask that question myself who's the lucky girl what you talking about? Sutcliffe said how do I get the lipstick off? God knows Danny said soak it salt maybe I said but now how now? Eddie said we walked on toward school Eddie rubbing at his collar with a greying handkerchief that's the last time she's going to kiss me Eddie said the red lipstick had smeared more like a stain it's worse now I said looks like a wound thanks he said thanks you did it not me I said what am I going to do? can't go to school like this go home and change then O’Brien said I can't my mum's gone to work he looked at us all tearfully it's just lipstick Sutcliffe no one's going to care Danny said of course they will he said especially Thompson you know what he's like he'll have out front for a right pasting if he sees me come back to my place I said my Mum'll put it into soak and you can wear one of mine you'll be late Danny said you go on I said we'll get a bus we can make it if we run O’Brien looked at me you're all heart Benny all heart so Eddie and I ran back to my place and he took off his shirt which my mother put in soak and he wore one of mine and off we rushed to school on the 78 bus Eddie all wide eyed and I saw Fay going to school with her swaying hips and blonde hair and all I could do was give a keen eyed stare.

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Oct 11, 2014

Oct 11, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC

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LIPSTICK ON HIS COLLAR.

What's that on your collar Sutcliffe? O’Brien said you got some amorous sweet girl Eddie? Danny D said what is it? I can't see Eddie said lipstick I said red stuff where where? he said pulling at his white shirt collar with the red lipstick mark he opened his shirt collar and pulled it downward how'd that get there? he asked your cousin still staying with you is she Eddie? Danny said smiling no not her not that bucktooth ***** Eddie said it must have been my mum she insists on kissing me before school can't bring herself to kiss your spotty skin so kisses your collar Danny said she must have missed Eddie said how do I get it off? who with? O’Brien said I ask that question myself who's the lucky girl what you talking about? Sutcliffe said how do I get the lipstick off? God knows Danny said soak it salt maybe I said but now how now? Eddie said we walked on toward school Eddie rubbing at his collar with a greying handkerchief that's the last time she's going to kiss me Eddie said the red lipstick had smeared more like a stain it's worse now I said looks like a wound thanks he said thanks you did it not me I said what am I going to do? can't go to school like this go home and change then O’Brien said I can't my mum's gone to work he looked at us all tearfully it's just lipstick Sutcliffe no one's going to care Danny said of course they will he said especially Thompson you know what he's like he'll have out front for a right pasting if he sees me come back to my place I said my Mum'll put it into soak and you can wear one of mine you'll be late Danny said you go on I said we'll get a bus we can make it if we run O’Brien looked at me you're all heart Benny all heart so Eddie and I ran back to my place and he took off his shirt which my mother put in soak and he wore one of mine and off we rushed to school on the 78 bus Eddie all wide eyed and I saw Fay going to school with her swaying hips and blonde hair and all I could do was give a keen eyed stare.

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