pilgrim hat on an indian summer
and the sickness spread like weeds with runners
and the blankets shed like timber that's
lumbering jack, jag jag jag jagged swells
and the rain heats up
but the snow won't melt
and we close our eyes
and we fight like hell

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my beloved is lost, soil of the sea
and the dust just prints my hands
and feet and won't lead

fossil is brittle and breaks like dishes
the old man hums and sings as he pisses
on the dirty floor
cause the bitch done break his
back back back back back back bone
in the dirty crawl space
right outside your home

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petrified wood
petrified him where he stood
and he sinks where he stands
blood in his hair and blood
through the fingers on his hand
brother threw up where he lay
Lou got stitches the very next day

come home from school to find
your sectret book has a broken spine
and your father smoking right outside
and much much much much much much later
you find pieces of your journal in his
cigarette papers
and your writing went up in
blood smoke and vapor

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