the cornfield I'm dusk.
Iowa is boring but beautiful.
I've only been here for five minutes.
it's evenings like these
in which I feel
like I will never die.
backyard bellowing
with Brooks Wheelan
and Lauren Alexis Wood.
even though tomorrow
will be a soldier's crash,
I will have nothing to do with the delayed plane.
the fire is mine,
for I have given it wood,
at the same crushing piss beer.
it all adds up
to a radio's nightmare
and a city kid lost.