obscure crimes and self-inflicted wounds
that man you once knew
full of anger and pride and misguided
intentions
he’s gone now
I made sure of it
I got him drunk on his own whiskey
and drove him far out of town
kicked him out with just a knapsack
and a flashlight and a pocketful of change
told him to never dare come back
I was just glad I didn’t have
to threaten him with my pistol
and as soon as I get stitched up
and cleared to go home
I’m going to bury that damn
thing out back
for the very last time
february two thousand fifteen
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