psychedelic redneck
aging without grace
wearing my hat
pulled low over one eye
splitting the world in half
maintaining my spot
on the statistical fringe
fiddle-fucking with the envelope
of the psychiatric bell curve
caught
between these walls of sameness
a whiskey wilderness
inhabited by:
-alcoholics
-blood-bank whores
-would-be motorcycle misfits
-lonely war veterans replaying
tales of rockets red glare
bombs bursting in air
-donald trump patriots
trying to make a case
for another mystic politician
spouting meaningless metaphors--
a wall of white noise
to mask the defects
& imperfections
of one more march
in the wrong direction
down a dead-end street
past the same old lies
that somehow remain standing
as shit falls all around
another arrogant
master plan
to tame an insane world
one graying blues man
loiters in the shadows
reeling under the weight
of too much input
looking for the hush
at the center
of the honky tonk universe
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