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Snakebitten

snakebite

She was a snakebite

all applewood smoke

and sundowns

forthright and

out of sight

it was a shakedown

and it started with a frown

I was a poor boy

all limbo shine

and coarse ground

Midnights and gasoline

all we need to motor

through the tall light

smeared dirty clean

with a hand out

shave off an inch or two

heavy hands and nicotine

just need a spark

bathing in the fountains

of another trailer park

bruising in this shitty town

she was a snakebite

She was so loud

you never registered her sound

I knew it was a shakedown

running at the setting sun

far away was destination #1

she was going to win

this fight

all dope bass drop

and daffodils

her looks would kill

on her face was

the coming night

etched into the fading light

we were all games and fun

until there was work to be done

All sugarcane and

dynamite

there would be no more

she’s out his door

her story had just begun

when she pulled the gun

she was a snakebite

All jasmine and

nitro-glycerin

I heard she’s still

on the run

but I know she won

I hope my snakebite never heals

it probably never will

and that’s alright

every now and then

I think I see her grin

in the failing light

and I know she was

deadly

it was everything to me

I pray one day

for another snakebite

I love you serpentine

maybe in another world

we’ll get it right

rattlesnake hip-shake earthquake

all through the night

just me and a snakebite

22 thoughts on “Snakebitten”

  1. You are on a tear Olde Punk! You somehow managed to capture growing up rurally in America, first love, innocence and the attraction to the bad girls (or boys) that we bathe in when we are young, and reckless and wild. Lightening in a mason jar.

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      1. I grew up in a cow town in central Massachusetts and this is still resonating in my bones. I think I’ve been the snakebite and I know I have chased it. It part of what I long sometimes in those dark nights– the passion, the thrill, the danger, feeling so fucking alive. Okay sorry– forgot I was a middle aged suburban mom there for a while! 😉

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