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Michael Jost
The Peyote
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Just an experiment
The canyon was grey
Like the sky that day
Storm-tempest eyes away
Slicing at your pillows...
Toasting farewells together
we clap and laugh and run along
Toasting farewells together
we clap and laugh and run along
A road trip, it was a Tuesday, I do say
Kind of grey outside there was someone saying
Delaying, with the pace I set I have to set
Myself free with the stride, I glide
I have to get away from me
My leprosy lurks beside my master,
and the tongues disappear from my nightmares
God, is this fair?
I think so
I'll grow in time again
My leprosy lurks beside my master,
and the tongues disappear from my nightmares
I'm sitting, and I'm brushing
On my moms hair, tell me is that sane?
I have a friend in Minnesota, she likes to think
About going to California
It was a Tuesday outside
It was so grey to my eyes
I know I will stay someday, but just now
Just not now
It was a Tuesday outside
Was so grey to my eyes
I know I will stay, someday, but just now
Just not now
The sound
Not now
I released myself, and found a pen
and silently I mended them
along the stone ways
buzzards are picking flesh again
They think it has to do with:
the sand, the heat, we meet
When the shadow steps up
it stands straight still
I got to pay this bill
I've got to get my fill, because,
among them it's the canyon, or the chasm
The canyon was grey
Like the sky that day
Storm-tempest eyes away
Slicing at your pillows...
The mighty cancer raged a pestilence
Fur traders like the Indians sitting in my mind
They comb themselves time after time
my thumb has grown a frightful claw
I slip it inside my ear
the frail child's embryo
Lick, stomach, fear.
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