The Dead Man's Boot
Do you ever
really, really, really
find peace in there
inside your head
as it bobs up and down
to the rhythmic beat
of the dead man’s boot
and your eyes
easy-open
take a lazy sweep
to and fro across the horizon
giving harmony and texture
to the rhythmic beat
of the dead man’s boot
making all that you hear
and all that you see
too, too real
and you know
really, really know
way down deep
that truth only matters
when truth is all you’ve got
and you know
really, really know
way down deep
that that really is
all that you’ve got
‘cause your eyes are easy-open
and your head is a-bobbing
to the rhythmic beat
of the dead man’s boot.
Copyright © Rory Galbraith | Year Posted 2024
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