New Tongue

I don't need no southbound highway sign to tell me HELL IS REAL It's where I got my shiners Harsh time, wise mother of my deep purple under eye No I don't have to drive I earned mine, palm fronds of the combine Sun on my cold face Strip on my new tongue Copped it out on the lawn Wrapped raw in Medicaid gauze Not so afraid to just be ugly, after all Baby wants me on my sunshine upswing Smiling light as lace, kiss like a new snake Likes the record that my broke down home made Baby leave no trace or indentation Peep my gut deep morning shudder shake The steady knock of the same dark decade raging Like an Nth generation punk on her birthday Sun on my cold face, strip on my new tongue The steady knock The steady knock of the same