of ravines raleighs cameros gremlins + uncle grinch who stole big time
my bros + i embarked on the river of no return 1950’s suburbia
no open road not an easy trajectory to lighting out for the territories
real estate dreams lost+found+lost mobsters social climbing grotesques
one threw her ratty furstole on the bed as she florence nightengaled our
cancered mother i threw her out on her cauliflower ear husband clubfooted
+mean crass cousins everywhere Snopes redux
then there were 3 our elders in the crypt we don’t stop for nobody in our van
sits Ali Killebrew Miles Ella +Louis too bones a creakin JMA tells Ali to put up
his dukes c’mon float like a butterfly sting like a bee..
(all the while stabbing Mr. Ali with a pen)
Ali has wings father’s old horse Tex does too we sit with our peeps whenever we
can no one knows about the staircase to the well below our crypt where racetrack
people cavort +mother lights up the occasional reefer
a plaintive verse or 2 i am a man of constant sorrows drifts thru damp earthy air
big bro weeps over unused cleats he regales us with glorydayrant +unspeakable
horrors of his last 78 hrs then the open road all the way
gunning his silvershadow in the valley of the shadow of death he fears no mo
be careful not to reignite old mythos leave the dead on the levee where ancient
gators get ready to meet their maker hey kids leave those dead alone
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Summer 2025 ..here’s to the autumn winds boyce..
songanddancegirl 