Kettlepot Field
well
sometimes it hurts
and
sometimes it don't
not a penny
paid
but no debts
owed
the horse i once rode
has wandered away
tell me, you bastard
why i've lost my way.
i lost my way
in a kettlepot field
ending the journey
to sleep i would yield
and laying there
in a blanket of grass
sleeping with crickets
a snake bit my ass,
but i was
without a care
staring up there
at the cosmic fair.
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