boom goes the dynamite. my god, what a sight. as the canopies, twisted, shield your view of the violent lights. no doctor can extinguish an explosion in the night. no shaman can make you feel alright. no big dog’s barking can make your ears bleed. no farmer’s fields yield wheat or corn feed. you can make it your own. goddamnit you must. you can call it a home with a government trust. no bonds to be broken. no cash in your hand. christ, you could write your name in the sand. but the water rushes and washes it away. close to be writing or drifting in clay.
your mind is a-spinning.
so dry off.