Twenty-nine Palms, California… Plink!
USA.
plink! plink! plink!
it’s like shooting fish in a bucket.
but I ain’t in love with her.
holy smokes,
we’ve run out of coke
and they left us both here and all out of jokes…
in the desert.
commenting nothing.
take a deep breath
silently rattle it all off in the air.
fickle of you want a word for it.
I chalk it up to bad luck, a twist of fuck.
stuck both thumbs up my ass and shoved on back to Arkansas.

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