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halfway home from that concrete-bowl arena teeming (heaving) with stinky-sweat-soaked rednecks layered in sawdust and grease a messy blackface mob spreading spit tobacco over their naked bones, they sneak around through the drafty back hallways casually scattering dad’s old shotgun shells fresh cigarette ash mamma’s whiskey labels and let-this-be-broken pregnancy tests. rusty dogtags clink together sliding between camouflaged denim mocking quick African rhythms circular saws scream over the echoing footfalls of steel-toed boots padded with suspicious glances and my lonely power lines are laying lazy across the sweet, forgiven sky honeysuckle weep as they hug the barbed-wire the sunset smells something like grace
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
A Paleneck Walks Back To His House
halfway home from that concrete-bowl arena teeming (heaving) with stinky-sweat-soaked rednecks layered in sawdust and grease a messy blackface mob spreading spit tobacco over their naked bones, they sneak around through the drafty back hallways casually scattering dad’s old shotgun shells fresh cigarette ash mamma’s whiskey labels and let-this-be-broken pregnancy tests. rusty dogtags clink together sliding between camouflaged denim mocking quick African rhythms circular saws scream over the echoing footfalls of steel-toed boots padded with suspicious glances and my lonely power lines are laying lazy across the sweet, forgiven sky honeysuckle weep as they hug the barbed-wire the sunset smells something like grace
glen-brunson
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
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