You can howl all night
into the whiskey bottle
into the river bottom
into the barrel of a .45

you can howl all night
at the shooting stars
and the river canyon
and the bass guitar
brain set to eleven

but the sky will stare
but the stars will see
in the cloudless heavens.
The sunset will burn you
break you open
and the vultures will find your heart
hungry helpless hidden
in the armor plate of your self.

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