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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

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