in a shadow alley, behind illicit dumpsters,
on a trouble-bound train -
No eclipsed stubble-mouth ever began:
"Once upon Mountain,
I outsmarted a ghost,
Jumped over silver streams,
Hijacked a cabin with a can..."
No one ever continued:
"I threw up the souls I ate,
Trembled upon sacred ground,
Played poker with a willow tree,
Went back to my home-sweet-home,
Slept for thirty days."
Nope.
I never heard that story.
I never seen that man.
And you can believe me,
I ain't never been one for lying.
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