Finding an old pack of cigarettes / and the
package is soggy from time / smoking in a Mossy Oak shooting vest /
surveying the land that is mine
When teleportation exists / the Virgin will roll in its grave / a whistling dovetail in the mists / spending all the time that we save
Chesapeake water dog panting / a painting that melts in the shade / but
it's instantiated ranting / an amorphous blob of 20th grade
Russell waltzed out in my houndstooth pants / expecting a keg full of
fun / "my dad made money off land grants / in the summer of 1841"
The cooler is packed and we're ready to go / in tune with our feminine
side / salmon shorts and braided hair / a portrait of field and hoe
A snarling string of Maccabees / recited on Peavey PAs / Tobit's dog was obedient / mine was the only life that was saved
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