May
3
Real Sweet Like
A million afternoons just happened.
Don’t get the fuck out of Texas.
I’m petting a cardboard dog
With a cardboard hand. I’ve got a
“Lil Suckler” shirt under this shirt.
I look real good when I’m yanked
Out of my windowed face,
A weakling. Now I’m putting a card-
Board hand on your shoulder.
You’re ready. You feel like the
Book of Mother when I turn you
Around. There is a warmth
There. If blood is a magic
Red terrapin, then I am alive, by God
Though shaking. The ocean’s gone.
The ocean’s there. The ocean’s gone.
You’re a terrifying flashlight,
Sweet Prairie, but you fuck me like a boxcar
Fucks the cattle. I don’t even
Know how to walk back home.
