#8
Suspense sounds make for an eerie bull riding session –
he’ll never do a height job again.
Y’all live like pigs, rootin’
around for individual snacks:
cornbread, bricks n’ burgers.
A physical honky tonk.
Sunny yellow fashion crept onto our food
splashed all around the man-sink,
picking up what we put down, married
woman don’t belong to you, Tattoo.
Trailer’s a pretty obvious place to live
in this pickup west.
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