It was August. Summer of ̶8̶2̶ 92 You had that rusty old car And me I had nothing better to do. You picked me up. We hit the road. Baby me and you. We shot out of town drivin fast and hard. Leaving our greasy skid marks in peoples back yards. We were goin nowhere. Just driving around. We were goin in circles. And me I was just hanging on. Like in that Annie Dillard book Where she sees that eagle with the skull of a weasel Hanging from its neck And heres how it happened, listen. Eagle bites the weasel. Weasel bites back. They fly up to nowhere. Weasel keeps hangin on. Together forever. We were goin nowhere. Just driving around. You did all the talking and me I didnt make a sound If I open my mouth now Ill fall to the ground If I could open my mouth. Theres so much I would say. Like I can never be honest. Like Im in it for the thrill. Like I never loved anyone. And I never will. Eagle bites the weasel. Weasel bites back. They fly up to nowhere. Weasel keeps hangin on. Together forever. I remember that old coat my grandma used to wear Made of weasels biting each others tails A vicious circle. An endless ride. On the back of an old woman. Eagle bites the weasel. Weasel bites back. They fly up to nowhere. Weasel keeps hangin on. Together forever. And me? Im goin in circles. Im circling around. And if I open my mouth now Ill fall to the ground.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 14:07:28 +0000
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