Badlands

Star spangled cowboy boots
I slipped into the badlands.
Prairie dust covered,
Dakota colored denim

I want to record my confession
then disappear into the landscape
to lay amongst the willows
and wait for the Devil to come
to find my back broken
my skull crushed.

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