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letra de ambrosia - field report

looking for the win-win in all this wishful drinking
got me thinking that i ought to pray in wordless groans
and be fed ambrosia by the doves
but they’d hold me to what i said once;
years or hours ago, i can’t be trusted- only thrown
i keep spinning my wheels
maybe nothings gonna change

i keep dreaming about the sheriff’s kid who i used to chew skoal with
he was cruel to the other kids just for fun
i always sought them out later on, but i never had the stones to tell him off
he died alone years ago on a golf course with a gun
and i’m here spinning my wheels
maybe nothings gonna change

time was, i could stand up straight, but i lost my balance with the ballast weight
cast over the gunwales, overboard
i got nothing left to push up against but this imaginary resonance
staring at a spot on the opposite sh0r-
and despite our sins we would not sink; we were
buoyed by some brackish grace
our mouths like an ocean drink, we salt-shone in the sun
and the grackles learned the car alarms
keeping all the neighbors warned
and lovers armed
i do believe we’re going down

- field report

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