Black Spring: Amnesia

Don’t forget this country has tried to kill me. Don’t forget I haven’t raised my weapon yet. I’m sitting here, knees to my chest, speaking to the waves and gulls. And the rhythm of our hymn is wet with deluge Slim and delusion, deluded expectation, so many drugs and windows until nobody knows the difference between DMT and an empty heart. Flashes of cards and clubs, topdog rubs his laminent, the iron red fingertip of that grips a flush in a mudra for custody. What would you do to save somebody true. I would do that too. We made this pact like George and Lenny but backwards. Don’t forget to kill your father if he heads toward the plantation foaming at the mouth and crying mercy. Don’t forget to get him some mercy.