Matchbook Cowgirl

I’ll fly forth from my bed like crowded spirit

My heart will shatter like a pane of glass

Though now you’re only shadow on my pillow

I’m running out of whiskey way too fast

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The fire from the TV spreads to curtain

My journals burn like lemon in a cut

Perhaps this was a bad kneejerk reaction

To climb my way out of your ranch hand rut

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Yet, will you say the smile you gave was worth it?

Will you soon confess you looked away?

I might say, I haven’t been your martyr

As bodies made of clay don’t twist and sway

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I’ll spend the night in jail with Mona Lisa

She’s pretty when you see her eyes up close

Yet morning will not come to me or shadow

As I did give us both a lethal dose

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Which is to plead my case from gates to heaven

I’m not the girl inside, you see in skin

I’m crazy when I find myself in pieces

A cowgirl with a matchbook always wins…

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agw

Dotty’s Disaster Doldrums

I live in a city on fire, and Daddy’s the city’s town crier

I live in a place on a lake — in a flood, all of mud, it did take

My home and the farm near the woods — is all gone but we did what we coulds

Tornadoes have stolen my chair  — there’s books and there’s cooks in the air

This avalanche could be quite grim  — but snow feels so soft on my skin

I lived in a city on fire — they no longer need a town-crier

I lived in a tent filled with ice — my Mai Tai did taste rather nice

I lived in a house on a lake — a flood is not such a mistake

My home isn’t there anymore — see my dog as it surfs on my door?

This weather is cagey at best — and you can imagine the rest…

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agw