ride for the brand-
your work is not your own.
the stirrup your boot sits in is
mine, too, you are me
we'll play checkers and you'll say
that quitting is a move for vermin,
and i'll cut my hair short and you'll never see it,
ride for the brand your death was my own.
the knife i stole from you broke
i took a fall from the horse and the
same day i took a fall from grace into grave
and i don't think i ever stopped falling
meet me in bedrock where the horses lay,
i'll be there (you don't have to worry about me)
and we can dance with the coyotes and the dogs
and you'll tell me you always loved me and i'll say
that it is not worth lying if you
are not lying about a truth.
ride for the brand, i never loved you and
yet i find myself looking in the mirror and seeing
you.
principle 3 - always finish what you start
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an idiots guide to life; how to survive the badlands of wyoming
Poetrythe slightly deranged ramblings of a teenage trans guy living in wyoming there's no overarching theme but there sure is a lot of dogs, horses, and god(s) . i do not know what i am talking about 97% of the time mostly posted chronologically in order...
