a pair

Hey, here's some poetry for you friends and fellows. I guess it's been a while, so here goes.

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pull off my teeth

of

kind cotton fields where

I shot

your father

it was oh it was.

he said it is the ugly

condor,

days of the crow,

for slicing the lettuce leaf

and

distilling the moonshine

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believe in the rain windows

storm drain

faced

girl in the spider web

I shot down the airplane

and

it landed in your backyard

and it killed your

garden

and spit flame cool across the dash

of your

station wagon

go off the wheels

we fell

in the ditch.

point away

point

away the name of your old

boyfriend who

drank

himself to death