THE GLARE ON MY BACK

cool n quiet
in the long silences,
is a man
havin a meetin
between himself n ambitions
to make words
come off the paper in a savage roar.
ya just gotta hang around
lying around somewhere
in the wilderness of america,
n keep the eyes
on the sunset
in a secluded spot
where the oaks n maples
breathe in the leaves,
n think like a thief w quiet feet.
it take a lot of loneliness
to create significant change
while hangin w zane grey
teachin the education
to steal a little bit of money
in a moonlighting metaphor,
n think like, it takes a fuckin long time
for people in northwestern pa
to see ya have some god forsaken value!!

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