Dust Cutter
Need a story
Where to start
Blood and gears and broken parts
The road is long
we cut the dust
the donkey dead behind the cart
And it’s okay to say
that it’s okay
That damn hee-haw
was giving me junkie jaw
anyway
We never needed that old saddleback
We ride the ten-toe railroad
the long dead ladder
that’ll show us where the good stuff grows
And sure
these two knobbed stalks
sprout speed-walker talk
but there ain’t much for dialog in the dunes
We’ve got to do what we can
with what we’ve got
distract ourselves
with thoughts we caught
Because we can flap our gummed up wings
till the donkey runs home
and still never leave
the ground
So keep the pace
and watch your breath
we’ll terraform
it’s that
or death
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