Wednesday, August 15, 2012

B-side of Your Cheating Heart


In the end you dreamed of slipping back to
the woods, cone and needle a comfort, stars
tilting overhead in deep frictionless
grooves, chisel and gouge spicy talismans
in harrowing hillbilly creation
myth; yet you were pierced straight through the heart, his
keening blade, your name carved high and lonesome.

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