Moonshine bovine.

Moonshine swung through double doors 

Drunken as its missing misery 

with milk Moustache looking toward 

the descent the exit as reviewers 

breath down the neckline of roll neck.


taking gambles on turning blue grass 

in to well hung and used electronica 

That a deputy could control.


Tattooed D day took a turn for the worst

Chasing flagstone Jill around the hills

looking for the honey in grandfathers 

Opium swear filled pollster jeans 

While jack questions those about rope 

grown in collapsing economy of constant



rust belt stars you better chow down on 

Noodles and save those rust belt stars.