Couldn’t Have Said it Better

finish what i started this
is under negotiable backdrops
this condition of weathermen
against other people’s burdens
so unlike sacrificed rooms smoking
disappeared down nine mile canyon
those were tangled in mechanics shops
before the thought of tumbleweeds
that trip along unpaved roads
who never occur to name this picture
anyway, i have no use for my throat
as a big-bellied southern singer
to me in black and white cinema
without gods in a silent error