there won't be any excuses left
for not leaving every pennsylvania-west virginia
coal hollowed road
& grit hill
hoping to hide
from another season
of dark high noons
fresh wind weakened
by the rattle of coal trains & half-burned diesel trucks
every last one of those tongues
snarling apologetic superpaks
always trying to sell you
another load
we'll
take our lesser evil
gouging
gasoline price& head towards the caribbean
even though there are
no perfect sunsets
---
e b bortz
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