Nobody's creekbed

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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Sunday, February 11, 2007

tony breaking his beads
declaring the decade impolitic,
he fumbles loosely at his task
lets his fingers bleed onto the floor—
i will paint a picture of all this
when i’m done,
he thinks

the band breaking all jangled
stepping high country reel,
he singing something bout the
chickenshit blues—
i got it in for me, miller sings,
i got them old standing-there-moving blues