"tequila bones"
written without condition by jake kilroy.
dried out like a vulture in the desert,
with barely a scratch to call my own,
this was the black eye winking truth
and the cross i bear in a backpack
i bought off a lounge lizard junkie.
we're heading straight to the coast,
my madness, my delusions, and me;
got a snake poised like brass knuckles
and a heat in my heart that'd cough
if it had the engine it did ages ago.
but now it's just a mouth of ivory rot
that feels like a goldmine collapsed,
as these legs burn and drag and cry out,
but it's blood the body forever wants.
whoever said water was a liar extraordinaire.
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