monkton boro from always. by joseph biss

welcome to benson
the white wooded sign did read
old man tried to keep us there
in a bank vault book store

most folks underwhelm me
grandiose stories half-baked
a liopleurodon lurking
in the bottom end of my lake

maybe share a cigarette
on the old champlain ferry
sign says “no smoking”
Organic Full-Bodied Taste

blue moon palms airing out
southbound on the northway
snuck past a state trooper
in my three dollar thrift shop shirt

(chorus)
ashes grow into jewel weed
as we practice gravity
lets all be patient
we can been dirt soon enough
you rush to your own grave
theres a belt mark round your neck
stay hear to sing with us
so you don’t feel so alone

find me two days later
projecting lowercase sad folk
limp headliner in the capitol
drop a book on the opening act

buy me back to the five ought two
thinking i should’nt ought to
i passed the house i first smelt coke in
nautical manslaughter

(chorus)

• Folk
• folk
• psychedelic folk
• spoken word
• Lake George