Cowboy Poetry

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Posted by Maysen Battles on

Novocaine is
a good horse,
canyon country
and sagebrush rain

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Numb

Posted by Maysen Battles on

Novocaine is
a good horse,
canyon country
and sagebrush rain

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Doctorin' a Lone Heart

Posted by Maysen Battles on

i always imagined
maybe by twenty two
i'd find a nice man,
a steady hand,
meant what he said
n' maybe followed through
.
but the years keep on unravelin'
looking myself in the mirror
how in the hell did i wind up
as a one gal grounds crew,
doctoring a heart
slashed,
burned
ripped in two;
.
you left me with a big ass tattoo
right across my heart,
chared with the memories
i made running with you;
these cows n' i,
matching scars
n' twin tattoos
have a lot in common
c'ept they belong to something
that won't drop them outta the blue

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Doctorin' a Lone Heart

Posted by Maysen Battles on

i always imagined
maybe by twenty two
i'd find a nice man,
a steady hand,
meant what he said
n' maybe followed through
.
but the years keep on unravelin'
looking myself in the mirror
how in the hell did i wind up
as a one gal grounds crew,
doctoring a heart
slashed,
burned
ripped in two;
.
you left me with a big ass tattoo
right across my heart,
chared with the memories
i made running with you;
these cows n' i,
matching scars
n' twin tattoos
have a lot in common
c'ept they belong to something
that won't drop them outta the blue

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My Yacht is Parked in a Sagebrush Sea

Posted by Maysen Battles on

here i am
almost twenty three
they all wondered
how can this be,
she had a good thing going
a mundane life guarantee
I became what I thought
everyone wanted me to be
went to school
got my degree
waited hand and foot
on some big wig
in a city doused in cheap marquee
But shit, that aint me
I had to flee
poor them to think that convertibles
at sunset coupled with
their husbands credit cards
equates to being carefree;
Try big circle,
open range sagebrush sea
atop a war pony with a soul of a
wild banshee;
I don't got much,
My house is a canvas teepee
Count the hand-me-down rig i got for free,
N' a beat to shit office seat
Shit, at least it's a wade tree

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My Yacht is Parked in a Sagebrush Sea

Posted by Maysen Battles on

here i am
almost twenty three
they all wondered
how can this be,
she had a good thing going
a mundane life guarantee
I became what I thought
everyone wanted me to be
went to school
got my degree
waited hand and foot
on some big wig
in a city doused in cheap marquee
But shit, that aint me
I had to flee
poor them to think that convertibles
at sunset coupled with
their husbands credit cards
equates to being carefree;
Try big circle,
open range sagebrush sea
atop a war pony with a soul of a
wild banshee;
I don't got much,
My house is a canvas teepee
Count the hand-me-down rig i got for free,
N' a beat to shit office seat
Shit, at least it's a wade tree

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Way Back

Posted by Maysen Battles on

...the glory days
of wet sage
n' a low wage
watchin' dollar bills
load up under the Criterion archway

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Way Back

Posted by Maysen Battles on

...the glory days
of wet sage
n' a low wage
watchin' dollar bills
load up under the Criterion archway

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Lost Soul Prayer

Posted by Maysen Battles on

I don't really know if it's
Supposed to be this way;
One day we're a poetic
Kinda Hemingway,
The next,
Wheels rollin'
Headed down the heartbreak highway
.
I see first dates
Morph to forever's
Under the lure of
Drunk kisses
Aided by Bombay
.
I see Saturday night patriots,
Ninety proof with a memory disarray,
Turn to slow moments, soak it all in
"This what I love about Sundays.".
.
N' then there's you,
A lost soul prayer runaway
Taking every good thing
That is thrown your way
Running
Running
Believing that even the good things'll
Given your touch'll
End in Doomsday if you don't just
Cut the ties,
Beat it to the punch
N' head for the driveway."

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Lost Soul Prayer

Posted by Maysen Battles on

I don't really know if it's
Supposed to be this way;
One day we're a poetic
Kinda Hemingway,
The next,
Wheels rollin'
Headed down the heartbreak highway
.
I see first dates
Morph to forever's
Under the lure of
Drunk kisses
Aided by Bombay
.
I see Saturday night patriots,
Ninety proof with a memory disarray,
Turn to slow moments, soak it all in
"This what I love about Sundays.".
.
N' then there's you,
A lost soul prayer runaway
Taking every good thing
That is thrown your way
Running
Running
Believing that even the good things'll
Given your touch'll
End in Doomsday if you don't just
Cut the ties,
Beat it to the punch
N' head for the driveway."

Read more