Junior Seed on the Rail in 3/4 Time

Being a Verse of a Larger Story

junior seed spits
his chew
at the door
the door
where the floor
goes wood to stone
and lays his dime
on the rail
like a moon
in the mahogany
night one more
passport to glass
and sippin away
the run
c’mon sister baby
he say
c’mon it’s jest
like momma
same demon
like momma in the
twinight kudzu
and grits
the burnt barrel
like landing lights
and the broke
magnolia cross
at the corner
of the hill
the hill
the one left
empty
ready
for next
cries the nailer
c’mon sister
baby c’mon
down from that
tire swing
I’ve been here
before
and I’ll be here
again
I’ve got some
exorcisms
for all those
flatiron voices
in your
hear
more dime
mahogany more
gulping
concatenates
out to less shouldn’t’ves
but more hours
more run
run
run
run away
junior seed
the gulping say
run away
you done wrong
with your
priestly
powers

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