there is a place in the sand
where rocket grows
duck potatoes inland marshes
creatures crawl and fly
look outside your life
look outside the lie
all the ghosts that sing
"we're tired of re-reminding you"
machines raze bush to sand
put up stalls and shit
build the black road dead the live oak
what the fuck?
there's no stars tonight
artificial light
from the parking lots
where boys dry-hump them little race cars
sleep
sleep peaceful night
-it's only a truck rolled by
-it's alright there
may be a hell storm outside
but you're on the right side
of the window and candlelight
don't let the day cast an early light
for tonight will soon enough erase
today from time and we
don't want to waste what's left of a good ride
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