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standing on the sea-saw bridge, the sky all fire orange, the dirty burnt cutlass still smoking hot, hands on the rail looking out, thinking the time is raw and ready. shovel, check. salt, check. barbedwire, check. swollen heart in pocket, check. four quarts of goat bile, check. radiator cooled, check. gas time, road time for the Oldsmobile, stomped out smoke, foot down heavy, and three hundred miles to go, three hundred miles are counting, on us.
© Bryan McLean June 8, 2010
075/100:2 dƏmons
standing on the sea-saw bridge, the sky all fire orange, the dirty burnt cutlass still smoking hot, hands on the rail looking out, thinking the time is raw and ready. shovel, check. salt, check. barbedwire, check. swollen heart in pocket, check. four quarts of goat bile, check. radiator cooled, check. gas time, road time for the Oldsmobile, stomped out smoke, foot down heavy, and three hundred miles to go, three hundred miles are counting, on us.
© Bryan McLean June 8, 2010
075/100:2 dƏmons
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