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Westward and Faster

by Libby DeCamp

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1.
I’ve been told To walk straight and give thanks I’ve been told Not to look at certain houses along the way And it is Insatiable and Unrelatable That old lactic acid dream To build things out of sand So long as there’s someone to be buried in it We fed you starch Let you march But when asked for water, left you parched Coca-Cola stains on bedsheets Bedside Goddamn How alive am I? Now he came down on a horse She was bathing the kids She was parking her car He was holding a book Bandana over his mouth Then he was laid on the ground And now Who is in sight? Look right And it all funnels down To just this one thing Is my safety what will separate me? Is my safety What I’ll allow to continue to separate me? Is my safety really that important to me?
2.
Tell me about yourself What’s good for your health and Do you believe that Greek is a language Are you free Are you mean Is Florida green and Does lightning strike The people that it doesn’t like Do you wake up in the middle of the night Was your meal made right And served with ultimate politeness Do your begonias thrive with cyanide And when your lady lies, ah How you gonna keep her in line? And how what you are Is what everybody else will have to learn how to get used to Oh, I count my loss It’s not some idle cost Can’t you tell me? Are they doing it wrong Are they taking too long Who’s got your money And how are they gonna spend it And what is your stance on immigrants Maybe your policy is one that we can use Oh, tell me I’m dying to know Tell me Tell me about yourself And how what you are Is what everybody else Is just gonna have to get used to Oh, I count my loss It’s not some idle cost Can’t you tell me?
3.
In the not-so-distant present In the fields of gold There’s a rail-rattling story That must be told Of a once-small devising gone awry Adolescent in the scope But a tarpit to our time The mover and the shaker Sit at the table alone It’s just a hungry baby and a bad jawbone Guzzling progress Guzzling speed Making plans to eradicate the chicory weed But don’t forget, we’re doing this for you I think I’m gonna ride it through Everybody grooving To those breadbasket blues They’ve got an army Can’t be seen or caught Making post on every school of thought Stretch-fingered mission Pointed overreach Into the acres and the bellies Of every chum like me But don’t forget, we’re doing this for you This mass on my neck, it grew and grew Everybody pulsing and convulsing To those breadbasket blues We are spitting in our napkins We are asking why A hundred years Since we’ve seen the finches fly All that I’m asking is to untie The cables from the tables To the ladder in the manmade sky But don’t forget, we’re doing this for you Intubation time is through And a shot rang out across the prairie Can’t you hear Those breadbasket blues
4.
On the Range 05:47
The bile in the rain Dissolves the home on the range Destination: fork and plate A tendon in all We wouldn’t dare to pull Prepared for gripe and delay This is the year of the balded gear And the sureness of the blade Move down the line by undoubted design Each person a link in the chain And the tails no longer sway And the grass is no longer grazed For who’d ever think to give thanks to The born to be aborted One dirty peek And it’s all we’d need A whiff from the trucks as they pass Meet at the gate of anaerobic fate Just how long will this last? They come out billions in number Incubated and casually plundered None bear a name, nor hold any claim To a life, stripped of all wonder And the tails no longer sway And the grass is no longer grazed For who’d ever think to give thanks to The born to be aborted I cannot describe the crime That lies beneath barcode lines Driven into green homeland Responsible for weakening Our once efficient hand What is the cost of the living lost? Deeper in each decade, questions growing But I’ve figured it out It is relieved by doubt But I’ll shout within my knowing I will shout within my knowing
5.
Conductor 04:00
Who killed the conductor? Who sent the spy? Let loose from the cabins While we slept overnight Our parcels still rolling Set to arrive on time But who killed the conductor And I want to know why Who spilled the honey? Who robbed the hive? White glove bespattered White linen wrapped knife The body still humming Tho’ the sound be denied And I’m trying to find some peace of mind Who tore the pages? Who rewrote the rhyme? The sonnets ushered Though at a different time They’ve blown out the lamplight Steeped their tea in brine And I’m trying to find some peace of mind I am trying to find some peace of mind I am trying to find some peace of mind
6.
In a Line 05:02
IN A LINE They signed the papers today Both sides of the room, red-faced One walked away I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it this way I’ve seen aircraft crowd my sky And the markets boom and die Blue air for sending bullets through But I didn’t know I’d choose for you I didn’t know I’d choose for you The grain that fed the hungry mouth Grew in lines of only north and south This, the grist that I’d share with you But I didn’t know I’d choose for you I’m tired of talking about crime All this acid and lye Oh, but I’m from the country And I don’t know any better Thought I had my little dogies in a line Thought I had my little dogies in a line Now the story told Of Caiaphas And Maribel in the bush Are now colliding I’ve simplified On a single dime And gone without But never into hiding I’ve heard legend of you I have heard of what you do I heard somewhere there’s a place for you But I didn’t know I’d choose for you I didn’t know I’d choose for you
7.
Last Stand 04:45
When I got to Jackson, I was sleeping My hat, the angle it should be Dined on a table spread with muslin Jawbone, fry bread, and cowpeas I was soothed by the grooves of epic etchings I was a boy in blue and had a steed And the cavalry Will carry me Wherever these inflated shoulders lead With only as much as suggestion I’d take down whichever pigeon flew my way And come in from the north, just like before But found the tempt of gold as my pay I’m a man, not unlike any of my subjects Who took a leap in haughtiness and haste As my pockets raged I met a distant face A chief and his nation ‘cross the bank Doubled as an end and a beginning The stream of fate began to swell And to understand is beyond me The tendency To heroize the way that general fell He’s just another tender, screaming baby Convinced by himself and those in lead And felt the crushing blow Undeniable force Of a stoic beast, provoked finally
8.
Shoot ‘em up, shoot ‘em up Shoot ‘em up, shoot ‘em up Hats off, blast off, faster, while you can Gold top of the land and Ride along Ride along Over, over, water, woods, be damned Light the torch of their clan And if you’re getting dizzy, well A horse will always have to stand And shoot ‘em up Comin’ out, comin’ out Comin’ out, comin’ out Backwoods backbones aching with the pain Needing something to blame, so they Run ‘em out Run ‘em out On discomfort, risky color Good riddance to where they once stood Let loose the collar on this mean old dog ‘Cause someone finally said I could Yeah, run ‘em out Growing tired of waiting ‘Round a rusty gate And your lamplight is so clouded That you cannot see straight Ringing out loud through every Snapshot page Is that only the unloved and the unnatural Have to hate So they Tune ‘em out, tune ‘em out Tune ‘em out, tune ‘em out Hand-select whichever text may suit The visceral pursuit And stack ‘em up Stack ‘em up Numbers, numbers, Plunder, plunder, now Gonna take them downtown Unholy, rolling off the wagon But that’s nothing to feel shame for now Yes, they’re rolling off the wagon And I’m trying to figure out how
9.
Look On 05:19
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Lemonade 02:34
If survival came to electing bait Just as it’s seeming to today I’d say take all or no one And if the speed of man Should be quicker than The coldest creek Then you seek yourself out a new one We’ll still raise and reap In the clouded heat So give me hideable But also prone to aging Even on a sunny, sunny day Well, I don’t have a problem Hiding in a cabin Thumbing through the better books And drinking Drinking lemonade I knew a girl We worked the dirt But the only word she knew Was her own name She’d twist and turn And scheme and stir But she got rope burn By trying to pull out my braid And comes a time Even if you deny You’ve got to find the line Before it’s drawn Right on your forehead ‘Cause none of this is going to go away But I don’t have a problem Hiding in a cabin Thumbing through the better books And drinking Drinking lemonade

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released May 21, 2021

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Libby DeCamp Detroit, Michigan

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