Trucker buys a pack of menthols, eight twenty-five.
Pills around Christmas. I keep the tradition
alive on the couch with juice in my mouth
I’m hovering on highways just over the South.
So 80, my lady, I’m carving your spine.
Your limbs are the streets to my home-
you never were mine,
and these simplest similes
pop in my noggin from a hole in the passenger seat.
Do you wanna make alotta money?
Do you wanna shake. Do ya honey?
Do you wanna make alotta money now?
Alotta money
Average cadavers in a hotel bar room.
One crumbles down and clouds up
and one sweeps with a broom.
I see it all from down in my cave.
I’ve been in the earth.
What time have I saved?
Everyone gets buried all pale and well-dressed.
The bankers of Boston they dream of the west.
They’re not in on the inside joke.
Well neither am I, but somedays I’m broke.
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