Butter from Blue Gold by Myshkin

IT WAS JUST THE KIND OF MESS YOU WOULD GET INTO
YOU’D SOLD SOME TO SOME KID WHO’D SOLD SOME TO SOME KID
WHO’D DIED ON IT
AND I KNEW NOTHING I HAD NOT EVEN SEEN YOU
FOR YEARS TIL WE WERE PULLED OVER ON I-25 ON IT
AND I’D JUST BEEN MAKING FUN OF YOUR SILLY FANCY CAR
AND THE WAY YOU GOTTA TAKE EVERY WHIM YOU GOT MUCH TOO FAR
FEELING SNUG IN MY LAW ABIDING LACK OF ALL DESIRE
SO I LAUGHED OUT LOUD WHEN I SAW THOSE BLUE LIGHTS FLASHIN
AND IT WAS JUST THE KIND OF MESS I WOULD GET ALL WRAPPED UP IN
I WAS TALKING TO THE COP WHO WAS TALKING TO THE COP
WHO HAD HIS HANDS ON YOU
AND I WAS STILL FEELING COOL AND DETACHED FROM THE SITUATION
TIL I LOOKED UP AT THOSE DALMATIAN HILLS THEY SQUEEZED MY HEART
AND I KISSED YOU
THEY WERE BURNING EFFIGIES OF THE MAYOR IN THE TRAILER PARK
AND THE DEAD BOYS DOGS RUNNING AROUND YOUR HEELS IN THE DARK
I SAID BABY WE SHOULD NEVER HAVE LEFT THIS PLACE AND A SPARK
CAUGHT AND THERE WAS A CONFLAGRATION
AND IT’S JUST LIKE YOU TO KNOW THE NAME AND THE PRICE 
OF THE BEST ONE OF ANYTHING
AND LIE JUST TO STEAL JUST TO GET THE MONEY JUST TO BUY IT
AND PAWN IT IN A YEAR OR LESS JUST LIKE YOU DID WITH ME
WHY YOU SO SURPRISED PAWN SHOPS ALWAYS BURNED DOWN
TIME YOU GET BACK FOR IT?
CAUSE HONEY NOT EVERYBODY’S GOT THE KIND OF TIME
TO SIT AROUND IN AN EASY CHAIR RUBBING OUT THE LINES
OF THEIR FUTURE TIME TRAVELING 
TIL YOU’RE BACK IN YOUR OWN CHILDHOOD
SO HUNGRY YOU’RE CROSSING THAT MYSTERIOUS DIVIDE
EATING BACKWARD INTO SOMEONE ELSE’S LIFE
AND THE SUTURES UNRAVELING THAT HOLD THIS THING TOGETHER
AND YOU’RE BACK AROUND THE TREE AGAIN TURNING INTO BUTTER
YOU’RE BACK AROUND THE TREE AGAIN TURNING INTO BUTTER
YOU’RE BACK AROUND THE TREE AGAIN TURNING INTO BUTTER
fall 97 New Orleans
© MYSHKIN 1998

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