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South-by-Southwest
Poems
Mar 26
Entitled
Flesh and bone lay fallow in the field
Covered with the soil of memories
Where crows stalk the furrows
Hoping for dead flesh
to make out a
meal
So be it , So be it
It was not our will
to will it
The piano plays drunk in the bar built like blue
Paid for by the taxiation
on alcohol consumed
You make me into someone that is no one
and see through me
like a ghost
And the world is
spinning around you
Making dizzy a thing
Without the glue
so falling apart
So smile for a while
Laughing
Holding your gin and tonic
To white teeth envy
Soon to stand under
the authority of deigned
resignation
So be it , So be it
It was never our will
to will it
Written by
South-by-Southwest
74/M/Birmingham , Alabama
(74/M/Birmingham , Alabama)
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