Her hair was smiling, alright
and I guess I could've stayed there longer
had her tarnish not been my draw
had Brock Davenport been my name
--
but
We're all entitled to a little
revisionist history
to stay on the saner side of things
if nothing else
as
goiters and iodine deficiency
point crooked fingers at each other
and miner poets fire their red rockets
impotently into the ceiling fan
in search of that big nut.
Good girl: you've lost your gag reflex.
It's the only way to survive 'round these parts.
Good god:
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