we were supposed to be
in california
somewhere due north
of san pablo bay
but somehow wound up
in scottsdale arizona
where it didn’t take long to notice
the dust never settles
april two thousand twenty-five
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what do you got
I ain’t got nothing man
what about you
what’d you got
well I got these two feet
down below me
and I know they take me places
places I ain’t never
seen before
october two thousand twenty-four
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we went from one place to the next
as if in a scavenger hunt
without a list in hand to check off
and wherever we went
strangers seemed to give us things
as if we were trick or treaters
our faces on the outside
apparently looking trustworthy
before hauling ass out of town
we switched out the license plates
on the sixty-nine camaro
put the top down
and took an alternative route
back to mississippi
september two thousand twenty-four
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they threw me in the van
& away we went
next thing I knew we were
partying in mad city
everytime the story’s told
it changes ever so slightly
[usually for the better]
how we all went
underground
like teenagers on a mission
creating a strange
new world
out of absolutely nothing
september two thousand twenty-three
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