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Rolling Thunder, In An Unquiet Grave
Getting the squeegee off my mind
getting your red dress on, mama
rolling thunder In an unquiet grave
shooting craps in a Silent Butler
going topless flipping ashes
with a fragrance of your bones
and sprocket through your eye
in a flotsam of regurgitation
floating in tureen pulling out a thumb
talking to a ghost among the gorse
"Mama may I touch your belly oats
and count the dead embryos"
courting green flies, shotgun,
shooting them as they run
getting your red dress on, mama
getting your red dress on, mama
rolling thunder In an unquiet grave
shooting craps in a Silent Butler
going topless flipping ashes
with a fragrance of your bones
and sprocket through your eye
in a flotsam of regurgitation
floating in tureen pulling out a thumb
talking to a ghost among the gorse
"Mama may I touch your belly oats
and count the dead embryos"
courting green flies, shotgun,
shooting them as they run
getting your red dress on, mama
Published 16th Mar 2023
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16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
👏 👏 👏 absolutely deep and sweet please 🙏 keep 👏 on writing ✍ ok peace ✌ and blessings 🙏 always 💖
16th Mar 2023 8:23pm
16th Mar 2023 9:38pm
going topless flipping ashes
with a fragrance of your bones
You know this is almost biblical, think of Jobs we think. We like the dark taste of the bottle flies, there's a lot of southern darkness withing this piece. Tight
with a fragrance of your bones
You know this is almost biblical, think of Jobs we think. We like the dark taste of the bottle flies, there's a lot of southern darkness withing this piece. Tight
16th Mar 2023 9:43pm
I'm from the south and there are zombie crawdads in the creeks. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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16th Mar 2023 10:10pm
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16th Mar 2023 10:42pm
Thank you for reading. Listen to the rolling and imagine what games the dead play in their burial chambers. I think my grandma is playing Euchre. lol
