Trying to be human
amongst you beasts
amongst your bleats

Keep the cupholders
between the lanes
from the profane

sink into the condition
your condition
is in

and sing
of loss,
of what you had
for fifteen
****** minutes

and die in your puddle
small waves
absorption
evaporation
adios

you steamy
little
repetitive
beating
***** hearts
of *******

i love you
i am you
fuckus
what's the ruckus
of tonight

pre
flight
have we evolved to fly
or is it just
poetry and margaritas
and broken chips

and a cup of this
sideways of that
a rhythm 'at
can't be spelled
'thout tears

beer and country music
hijacked
into the night
while a search light
promises excitement

at it's hot core
we spin hungry
against tomorrow
just today's hand
in it's pants
milkin' rants



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