01 October 2011

maybe you're through


life gets even
in the end
a tragedy
southern
whites
still
depend on
finding dusk
neither
grand
nor
old
he didn’t
do as
he was
told

he didn’t
really
believe
did he
the money
was so
tempting
this isn’t
something
you learn
it’s shining
in dirt
like nineteen
seventy-three

the rain fell
one hundred
percent
the smoke alarm
battery
beeped
spent
again
like it did
back when
it had
the blues
it sang
bad news
and
no matter
what you do
if you play
those tunes
if you know
the loose

         well
maybe
            you’re through



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