YOU MAKE THE EDGES
This runs fast and I have no stop : no intention
or need either. I will go past you like the bubbling
stream in a fury, the babbling brook in a race.
Just yesterday, I saw your wind-vane face piercing
the warrantless highway, and nothing was done
towards your violations. The toll-taker had fallen
from angina pectoris, and now they surmise he may
in fact be dead. Like Lyndon Johnson with long
white hair; it's present, over, and what do I care?
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My mother's best friend was a Mexican pistolero.
He died saving a coyote from the trench-warfare
of modern-day savagry and modern-day doubt.
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This runs fast, and I have no stop.
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