Daisy you created
those half drunk ballerinas
that sing just like so-and-so
hot and cold, skin wrapped tornadoes
lost in constant contrast
lost in constant contest
lost in a pageant dress
going nowhere with no way
with no way back
with no way back
Daisy you have fated
those wild boys with their wild eyes
weighted and could never cry
never look beyond you winter skies
skid mark legacies
slide across the outside lines
to commemorative slices in the pines
the last ride of teenaged heroes
that were always leavin
with nowhere to go
Daisy I don't love you anymore
come to think of it, I'm sure I never did
I walked your cracked sidewalks
from size thirteen to ten
in packs of feral whelps
through the streets where crayons melt
and we died just like wildflowers
in the shadow of an empty water tower
Daisy I don't love you
Daisy I don't hate
but your winters start early
and your spring never came
This guy is a great singer-songwriter. He's been at it for over a decade and he is the host and organizer of the annual backwoods music festival WebbStock. River Trash
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