My Expenses
 
AFTER THE CITY:
who wouldn’t become a great chef
“you are the best of what’s left”
IN THE WILD COUNTRY:
so tired, so weak (you)
outrun the addled clerk
food in a can
work, work, work
plastic tarp
IN THE FRONTIER:
i should move to Vegas
sharpen my senses
deal cards at  the casino
to cover my expenses
we can sleep late, yeah
huffing good indian weed
beef snacks from a plate
that’s all that we’ll need
THE WILD WEST WILL NOT EVOLVE:
you saw me as the police guns drew
“hey you”
whirling yellow, red, blue
“hey you”
the last blood jets!
my shout
movie clamor mob
i’ve become what i’m about
(my favorite hand-job)
TRUCK LIGHTS ROLL AWAY:
you are smart still
your pussy is still tight
you do what you will
you’ll be alright
(i know)
A PEN THAT WRITES:
take the kid
never tell him anything
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