The Full Frontal Itch / by Reckon


The elbow fiend opens the sweat hand

Thump-thumping the wounds on open road,

Flashback wind in every star trap,

All loudmouth thoroughfare rabbits;

The heart-shaped asses blister and sigh over cool night air,

Brittle grass and flatland charcoal;

The mighty quiet heartache radio

Will find habit to give in.

Will go for the shell.

Has folded over one ear with one mouth.

Will: (1) Fix yr zipper; (2) Heal yr body relax yr mind.

Chris Weige | Austin, TX. | Share a key intuit 

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