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When the long vein of the law bites |
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His right eye at you from behind |
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His stingy brimmed black hat of all fact |
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Yours can only choke |
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Firing blanks all over the floor |
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In front of you until your mouth half lights |
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And all your body water rushes |
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To the soft fillets of your back |
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Before you can speak |
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He touches a very serious finger |
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To the neck of your hand |
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And your skin breaks out in solid map |
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All spreading from a sizable city |
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Some 300 miles east of Dallas, Texas |
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Dallas, appearing just below |
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The cheap lamp of your throat chakra |
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The 35 East running the length |
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Of your torso and disappearing off |
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The soft coast of your hip |
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Some moments later |
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Your West Central Texas skin |
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Display begins to purple |
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And there he is feeling for thorns |
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On the stems of your eyes |
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You jerk them back to the twice |
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Focus shot of your naked rim |
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And begin to dig in your pockets |
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For a first stuffed animal or absent note |
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You have a good idea of what's coming now |
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So you reach for your mouth to cut words, but |
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He speaks! "Son, you seize your grass |
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And sunlight in the film beneath your face |
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And wronged between half writ books |
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On outcoals and medium, no medium, no" |
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So he shows you the feather |
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That he grew inside his femur |
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You reach for your mouth to cut words |
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But all you can say is |
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'Every day I, every day I |
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Every day I, every day I' and 'Never' |
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So he points to the hole |
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Now spreading carefully on your sunken chest |
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Gently shakes his clear blue head |
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And then he teaches you the 'Vacation' |
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Before disappearing up into the open mouth |
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Of his fine fixed hat of all fact |
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And then? |
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And then it all goes black |
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When you come to something in your throat |
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Feels more forgiven and the sunlight seems |
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To have put back the knife it sometimes pulls on you |
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Hopefully, next time you see one another |
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He'll be all 'What's up!' with his hat off |
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One fist full of coconut and small umbrella |
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A young George Washington |
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Lounging there beside him |
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Sucking centers from 100 watt bulbs |
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Using a two dollar bill |
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Scoping his naval full of sweat |
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As it steeps in the sun |
