That last stanza was like pulling teeth and I literally awoke with a start to rush and write it down. Dreams and portents. I had to read some other poetry while I was writing this because I noticed myself getting too stuck in that sort of Mountain Goats rhythm. I like this one! I think there’s an interesting story here, hidden away somewhere, that has less to do with story of the song, but they have the same vibe. Small farming towns and dubious people in machines.
My music recommendation for today is Pure Milk
Ephemeral Mowing-Devil
They don’t let anyone operate heavy machinery
but I know a guy at the junkyard
he gave me his keys.
Back where I come from you’d learn to drive
before you learned to walk.
Give a child an engine it will teach it how to talk.
When you hear me on the news
don’t believe a goddamn thing
turn that dial, change the channel
I’m way too much for their bandwidth to handle.
The barn is empty, open, and red
you’ve moved to better places
we all have old selves to shed.
We’re the crop in the stark headlights
of strange craft come harvest time
leaving circles in the fields;
You have your place and I’ll find mine.
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