Yankee Bayonet by The Decemberists

“Heart-carved tree trunk…”

Advanced English Composition, group projects bring the boy with the strawberry blonde locks, he asks you to drive his car after class, obvious choice,

“A sweetheart left behind…”

The drugs he consumes become apparent, ‘I am the DD for a stranger’s ill fated sobriety’, the corneas and cupids swell, pupils dwell in dilated epitaphs, shrooms and synthetic strains of airborne ether,

“Far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas…”

He follows me to my dorm, he sits on the bed and talks gibberish nonsensically, a swift exit, to explore my own imagination, what great capacity reality, another infinity obliterates,

“That’s where my true love lies…”


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