it’s not just a word
it’s something you earn
something vital and tried
that still lives at times
indicates authenticity
which is why you decide
to pin it to your
often trite
ironic glasses and
hipsta might
you think it’s yours ‘cause it was given you
but night after night
i won’t forgive you
if you push it out there long enough
if you pretend to be that kind of tough
the one night’ll come
and it may not be me
but some other fool mad
from the improbability
of what had been un-corruptible
now corrupted
time was
only slightly marred by slurs by slippers
eggars idea of strings
sounds like strippers
‘beautiful’ but empty sweet
mean and drugged underneath
thrown off at last on a houston night
where your old man
he just might
he gave it to you found the will to live
but cowboybootsoncoffeetables don’t make it his to give
you you you ride the wave like you had anything
to do with the moon that brings it in
that shit was permanent
until you burned it
like what you have came from that man
throwing off words catch-as-catch-can
but you you you you y’scrape and y’stand
at every turn like this was yours to take
with your little rock hammer and your heart so fake
and piece by piece you chip away
at the thought at the name
at the love/at the lie
at the electro-shock fallin outta the sky
at west memphis darlins Odetta’s truth
rex’s bell and rex’s blues
you can’t cut yourself a columbine
you can’t black haired dutch boy
you can’t fool anyone but
cops
and you can’t fool me
no
you can’t fool me
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