Beauty is Imperfection

(Originally posted Tuesday, January 15, 2008 )

“Duster” (the somewhat fudged, but nonetheless astronomically inaccurate lyrics of a very loud song, sort of )
by ER Salo Deguierre

I can see the full moon rise
And then Oklahoma City rise
Up a crack inside the windshield of my car

We can sing out the open windows
Or you can punch me in my nose
And I feel blessed
Keep driving west
And let it go

I’ve seen red furrows torn
By a plowman in the morning
Could a plowman be so vicious
To his own?

Could I smile in the rain
That calls me back
To a broke down burger shack
Where we used to say
Let’s smoke this day into the past

I could tear off my skull
And I’d still never have my answer
But a wish is father to nothing
As far as I know

But I don’t care if the sun don’t shine
That’s just how I weave my time
We’ll live again
Inside our heads one day I know

Fresh wind blows through the grass
Like a hundred guitars strumming
And I’m here embracing life
And smile at death’s coming