How beautiful you are.
No genocide in the sunshine.
I wish I could get you to like me, then I’d move to your neighborhood and denounce my citizenship.
I don’t think the Sun is sending money to Israel. Or Ukraine.
It’s the sun 🌞
It’ll burn up all your fuckin money in a blink.
And your truck.
And your language.
And your likes and dislikes.
And your taboos..
Yep…. Sun’ll burn that shit up, real quick.
This head? The head I’ve spent a lifetime filling with bologna holes ?
Gone.
Poof.
Sun burnt it.
It’s gone..
Alllll that stuff.
All that you love,and all that you hate, all you distrust, all you save-eclipse..
Is that right?
I think it’s right.
Could put my face under a steam roller, on fresh asphalt.
Real slow like…
And smeaaaarrr..
Boots on the Bible,
Blood on the pavement.
Yeah.
dawn 