IN THE THICKET
Barrelhouse laughter just
makes me cry; that's how
opposite I am. The gloves
come off when the crowd
goes home. Barrelhouse
laughter makes me moan.
-
It's not for want of trying.
Dearly me, awake now and
alone? I play dice with the
Devil and He goes home?
-
Hey! Where's that leave me?
I ask his assistant demon
thing just before I try to
leave. 'You got to go over
this fiery cliff. Here, I'll
give you a heave.'
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