Withered While Looking Sharp


the skin on this gun, shedding

oh mother abide with me

each thought regretting

if only

 

she is so stern

falling asleep to propaganda

frozen and derelict

my apologies for dying

 

she’s seen a peck of trouble

been rolling about

with the wife hunting me down

it aint any later than usual

 

no matter how much doubt

I still desire her filigree

been reading all day

I wish I’d want sodomy

 

father has not forsaken me

and yet He has

modern warfare and digital calamities

not made for small town life

 

I want her hair

in my mouth

in exchange

for this sour milk

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