Whispers of Defeat


smoke holes burned deep in the well of tuesday

we fell into the rabbit hole of misery and shot gun holiness

priestess yells loud sermons of the dark corners of peru land

four minutes downward and the bus wheels burst into flames

baby cries for a chew of red man in the rusty truck

looking down from the clear blue window at the elephant march

a syrian road rebel leaps in to the dumpster to hide

the shitty motel is a dark depression of mold and hot fire hunger

mountain trails wash water logged fright shoulders

look out! look out! look out!

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