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Alewife and Rock

from A Green Thousand by Boston Cream Party

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Alone down and free
on my back with a cat
that doesn't speak
like he should.

A brown month drought
is upon us. I'm waiting
by the neighborhood's
last reserve.

Alewife and rock
in the bay we would have caught,
but sunnys are all the pond
could preserve.

If catfish were around
a scaling knife I would have found,
and not a fat cat
all dead in the sun.

This town is a deli.
I don't know why I came.
I'll leave before it kills me.
Those fuckers all sound the same.

Don't take me to see
my new home before I've arrived.
Like the future devoured by the past,
the highway's devoured by the grass.

I wouldn't know
from everything
what to take
and what to leave behind.

Imagine Myself, after I
moved to New Jersey to be
fishing on my back with a cat
instead of a scaling knife
not for catfish, or I would
need a longer knife, sharper cat
or to fish dynamic off my
back, bristling like a backed up
tomcat to slit my fingers
into its mudlove seal
muscle side, hanged from
its own gills, its own
back to break and my fingers to
swallow beneath whiskers.

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from A Green Thousand, released January 1, 2013

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