Calluses

Get so careless, such strange substance
Smoke ring haloes my dome
Riding on blither brain
Along the grinding stone
Arms, knuckles and tips
Ankles, forearms and wrists
All calluses, I tourniquet limbs with guitar strings
Oh, shiver in the echo of strings
In the ache of calluses
A wooden husk
To reverb the throb
And stick dead the miles
Of all paths I lost
Board my guitar, across the door
Against horn blasted world
Boot lands the floor
In a sound of rage I'll stick it where it shouldn't
I need a poke, for a sleep, in this ditch
I need an itch, fingertips, all tattooed by
Tangled tuning lariats, oh calluses
Pitch to me your rich ideas
Cool them finger strains
Stir a whirlpool in my glass
Cool them cracked lips
With a kiss on cold brass
To throw out the throb
So shiver in the echo of strings
In the ache of calluses