follow the tracks

she cauterizes and hot-wires

set the earth back on fire

a cheap date and a good liar

clean bones bleached brighter

westward trails can’t stay his hand

break his jaw when it looks like you can

blood on the desert blood in the sand

follow the tracks of beasts in the land

look lonesome like burned down

he’s got it made, his fake shout

and lies to sift over town

desperate for whats been taken out.

something above him like a vulture but worse

held his hands out and caught it like a curse

all at once centuries of thirst

a hundred seems just begging to burst

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About brian black

laugh at the horror, fill the past with the future, my head lines and heart lines reach out for each other.
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