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our egos eat the moon

GREAT DINNER, MA

got a shovel
and a race horse
some gold up my sleeve

I’ll find time eventually

back back back

said back

I’m not asking for a jaw
or a wishbone
or your lungs
I just have a bag of thumbtacks
I keep sticking myself on
I don’t want to shoulder
the blame
so fix it

GREAT JOB, POPS

got dreams on a railroad
when they arrive
I’ll unload them
say

GOLLY

ain’t that something

vindication
patronizing vindication
it’s scrabble

WE WON, TOGETHER

I gave a rabbit out of a hat

now I have a farm

GREAT WORDPLAY

thanks

I’m trying

the line goes goes goes goes goes tugs goes goes goes goes goes tugs goes goes goes goes tugs goes goes goes tugs goes goes goes goes

shaking
my head

haven’t slept

NOW, FATHER, CONFESSION

three whiskeys in the car
crying to Dylan
on a highway west
just for my own blood

which part needs to be redacted

I pay my editor in
garbage bags