Country Manners

fake fall leaves when there’s nothing else to see

turn on the generator to pretend its city noise

when I read the news on my chaise

when there’s nothing left to say

when even a sweet sermon

can’t turn the tides of minds made up

I want to launch something rosy red

into my country sky

I want to write a letter to my congresswoman

it's so nice inside this document!

i want to wear a crown of good ideas

and just walk around

what a bad feeling for my feet to leave the ground

whatever cracks in the leather scratch my arms

I would rather feel this age than nothing

all I can do is my dishes. laziness is a country vice

disguised

the streets won’t run red

with fake fall leaves or orange with pumpkin

guts. somebody said that work will set you free
there is sweet shit somewhere

just a hum

drum
fall hangover