Have mercy, Mr. Percy.
Varetta, Varetta..
You stole him from me.
Have mercy, Mr. PERCY
On me.
Trying to salvage what I can .
Make the best of who I am
Not to wallow..
only to be swallowed up in blue
Objects, wheels, tools, typerwriters aside,
Children and China
Are laughing as they
Sew your clothes.
No government smarts or assistance. they would sooner fuck us over then completely kill us,
Who would feed them if the Burgess died all around...
But if that's what it takes to get a little assistance around here, Truce, motherfucker.
Don't expect an armistice.
It's never happened before
And the sun don't shine
So bright
Until he's in your eyes.
Erik is still a mountain man
Doing what he can
To find a little water.
And maybe a little salvation too.
Forests of hypocrites
And high liars,
False pretenses, false starts,
Death threats and suicides
Killing myself all day
Heart attacks
Because of
Secrets
Knee deep
Wading
Waiting
No answers come.
Except how to die respectfully
In a palace of saints, self proclaimed
The real ones are in the Mountains, writing, learning,
Struggling immensely.
They're killing us like the sun
Kills germs.
No one learns
No one earns anything
In times of despair like this
Desperate disabilities.
Barely surviving
When lucky
No
No help to be found.
No senator coming around
No tree of life.
No hope begotten
Or even ever had in the first place.
You know, the first place was a mistery.
The second, too.
By the third I wised up
And shut off
Frigid air
Fragile heart
Brittle bones
Loss of blood
All that crud
In the basement flood
All gone now.
Don't look back.
There's nothing there except tragedy.
May have no hope,
May be all that's left
In a strange form .
Stranglehold beginnings
And endings
Life means the process of death
Death never did upset me all that much.
Nothing I did could save us all
From where we're headed.
But I will tell you this
Daily decapitation process
Doesn't let up in these towns.
Only solution
Is a great big
Tear down.
Stood.
Drove.
Warmth.
Sun.
Invigorating exhilarating
Inhalations.
Albatross adversity
Keep chipping at the millstone
However callous it is,
However soft those bones Become.
I got a herculean hemorhoid
In my boot.
Deligating the plot
That is too late
It won't ever compensate
The lawyer who
Turns out to be something of an irritated sphincter himself.
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