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By chris Date: 2006 Feb 04 Comment on this Work [[2006.02.04.02.28.9556]] |
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you were born on a day like one i once knew well you fled the bayous the shotgun shacks the midnight roadhouses and her people you weren't one of them they could tell and you could wail like bessie so you moved to that city on the blacklands you had no choice even now forty years and a world away i can hear it all in your voice finally it was in san fran that you landed more weary than you knew despairing, a drunk and sick so sick... (was everything a lie?) (had nothing been true?) i toasted your memory once in another life of my own alone in a darkened parking lot past and present by just enough cheap liquor swirled no lone star up there old girl - a whole world balanced uneasily atop a horizon in flames - constellations not yet named and all the questions you weren't allowed to ask but sure as hell know the answers to now |