Dedicated to the Brave and the snakes how they stay steady raising the stakes like the Earth won't quake if they don't break rank and the bank and the take and the hate and the shape of the grief in the wake of a mistake.
Dedicated to the Trust and the grey to the Lust and the haze every codependent with the guts to behave to the old petnames the dust and dead pets and the back yard graves
Dedicated to the dedicated few under medicated with an elevated view stuck down big ups to the buck short the hush the snitch the not rich that miss court those who Demonstrate when the rest just say or penetrate when there ain't no way
Dedicated to the sweat in the face of a man misplaced who finds his own lane
Dedicated to the Brave and the snakes how they stay steady raising the stakes like the Earth won't quake if they don't break rank and the bank and the take and the hate and the shape of the grief in the wake of a mistake.
Dedicated to the Trust and the grey to the Lust and the haze every codependent with the guts to behave to the old petnames the dust and dead pets and the slippery concave
Dedicated to the dedicated few over medicated with an underrated view stuck down big ups to the buck short the hush the snitch the not rich that miss court those who Demonstrate when the rest just play or penetrate like today's that day
Dedicated to the sweat in the face of a man misplaced who finds his own lane
Dedicated to the real to the raw to the ball in the court of a tall sip slip through the sidewalk skip to the hard part tip to the card shark rip through the rampart rampage campaign mass grave that a way
Dedicated to any fucker that back breaks
Dedicated to any mother with cracks in her pretty face
Dedicated to the rat race
And to the great escape and to the greatest days and to the things we make with our own hands and to the way we stay with any arms to lay and to the sting of lost in our own land and to the great escape and to the great escape and to the great escape and to the great escape...
"We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them."
"Let's go get a drink and smoke a cigarette."
Dedication for a Plot of Ground
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presence of Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married; lost her husband and with her five year old son sailed for New York in a two-master; was driven to the Azores; ran adrift on Fire Island shoal, met her second husband in a Brooklyn boarding house, went with him to Puerto Rico bore three more children, lost her second husband, lived hard for eight years in St. Thomas, Puerto Rico, San Domingo, followed the oldest son to New York, lost her daughter, lost her "baby," seized the two boys of the oldest son by the second marriage mothered them — they being motherless — fought for them against the other grandmother and the aunts, brought them here summer after summer, defended herself here against thieves, storms, sun, fire, against flies, against girls that came smelling about, against drought, against weeds, storm-tides, neighbors, weasels that stole her chickens, against the weakness of her own hands, against the growing strength of the boys, against wind, against the stones, against trespassers, against rents, against her own mind.
She grubbed this earth with her own hands, domineered over this grass plot, blackguarded her oldest son into buying it, lived here fifteen years, attained a final loneliness and —
If you can bring nothing to this place but your carcass, keep out.
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