Woe Rodeo

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Combing back the farmland with a foster family's bulldozer pen
With a heart shaped spoon
Cutting a bald head with cage bird's teeth, up early skimming an inside-out pool for lining
Styling the sadness, a plow dressed down, pharmacological blush, on cheek
Clinical cowlick, woe rodeo, not your first farm bought
							
The fissures grow					
Until you cannot leap them anymore	
When the only way is forward
And left behind
But you fix your hat
Make sure your shirt's on straight before dying

Back to salt mines
The wound of the earth
Hopeless make-up songs bump shadow I
Finest bulldozer blade to taste
Cutting nothing off a sterile field 
Infected pepper
Mop mornings into lists

Open your throat and let the oil pour in
It's in your brain
It's in your brain, it's in your brain, it's in your brain, it's in your brain
It's in your veins
It's in your veins, it's in your veins, it's in your veins, it's in your veins
Open your throat and let the oil pour in

Paralyzed bull-pit, pen bicep, shy podium  
Cry hot light and sink head in cold and dead sand
Old time, unrealized eventual, flashmob morning
Trench oaths, selling old watches, color-in-the-lines time
Combing back the armpit 
Attempting to climb back up my spine, convention's bedpost
The hacksaw and handcuff's dream

Alligator scales weigh your worth
And you dive in after it
Did you find it
It was stolen from you	
And you give the flag your first born too

In the king's bed
Clinical dump
Prescribed gutters,  down  
Bloated scapegoat, fed em nothing but can
Half in the mass grave
Thumb-war children of remote-control parents
And now parents themselves

Combing back the sheets with a mouldboard pen
Out of oxen, with a liver shaped fork, cutting out scars like county road   
We died in the same place every time
Almost written down
Halfway couch
Bereft of life
White smock and pillow mint
Pharmacological kiss, in cheek

My oil will get mixed in with yours			
When the days have buried us all	
I won't have memory then	
But i live with your memory now

Full-blown maids to their own enclaves and when-trails
Cameo, not your first taste of whiteout
Hopeless high-traffic head
In the morning
Combing back the armpit
This is all me talking over myself

Open your throat and let the oil pour in
It's in your brain
It's in your brain, it's in your brain, it's in your brain, it's in your brain
It's in your veins
It's in your veins, it's in your veins, it's in your veins, it's in your veins
Open your throat and let the oil pour in

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