...those were the good...

zipper crisp and singsong clearing
spiders making runs at dusting hour
hollow focus courses
and fragment jigs at fading light

another old farmhouse boy
his horse's name is apex

porches glide the pen and cloud cover the way
the dough fries glittering gold
lately the dog makes nice
slop piles along the last route home

another old farmhouse boy
his first love died too long ago

blackbird fresh does heal mess
gallant the remain
trough right up to blood kin parade
more than not the moonrise comes circle bone

another old farmhouse boy
he kills a snake a day

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