while i'm dreaming on the street they come
yelping and loping out the side ditch,
they knock me off my bike and spill my drank
in the fields in the lemon green and
when dusk falls on the elms and oaks
i die 1000 deaths and
the 9 lives of 100 cats
couldnt save me
the cops and lynch mobs,
every morning i look at the kids playing outside
with their rocks, their low tops and the butter
Mississippi,
The cops let you hear taser crack,
I don’t hang with the Cajun, I’ve never met Sorré
The gypsy Rose Wine,
gone years ago and left me shitty
When I go through the woods they hold their breath,
like i have the feet of a child and there are landmines all around
When the plane was going down I saw the gulf
The water like webs, blue widows looking
Through wan windows, singing in lines
Clapping their hands, singing church songs
The ocean from the window of the plane was a
Good dream I wanted it ripped to shreds,
it bled into the brown dripping down from
The bayous, fingers, tendrils
Convicts in canoes, bodies wrapped in rugs,
Logs, refuse and mud, the greenery limp,
Lolling along the bank near the footprints
After you get sunburned its cold all the time
Shivering, listening to Noah and his darn flood,
The thunder oh the thunder she is beautiful,
Shes next to me clapping with back-turned rage,
Offended with two eyes that would hassle me
Like a Mississippi cop she tazed me, spit brown
Spit brown, cursed me and punched me in the balls,
Then shoved me in the cruiser and took me
To the misty places where they bury folks
she is washed pure and tolerant as
if pregnant and floating in her canoe,
The flood of bodies and brown bayuk wash,
Paddling through the flood picking survivors
Out of the trees like berries, say lady, say Lord
Kind Lord take me out these shit clothes,
don’t make me a kid like bottom feeder,
I am closer to the curb than a broken tooth
but by me it seems good and fair,
that there is some time that can be yours
Any good old dirt road where we can use firearms
dear old buddy who i never really liked,
you look like a penis in those sunglasses,
i dont care if you're in bermuda, bermuda is not an excuse,
for a while i thought you had died or
gotten into a really committed relationship
i hear you got a job and shit
its good to catch up and i am
glad that you made your baby daughter a facebook
yes i will add her as a friend
what if my hometown was incinerated?
when i go home, i can hear my parents
fighting downstairs
i thought they were too old for that stuff
dickin around
going home is unfair,
it catches you off guard
and lays it on you
just like high school did
ever feel like you're too old
to hear your mom cryin?
the kids from groveland came through
attacked the ball game on ATVs
circled around to see what they would do
kids in baseball hats were cradled by
dads who were, at that moment, moms
and ruddy, raising defensive shouts about
older sons in the marines,
who hid under cots in the barracks
24 hours of small arms fire
24 hours in country before
they see fit to issue your weapon
in america i get teary looking at the pussy willows
and buy three lemons for my mom at the store
ungainly, expansive love;
ballooning, while i eat ice cream
by the window, its red white and cookies
some days you notice the trees, others you dont,
my full of wrath, the small items that
i cannot see, inching on the lawn
you fill me up in my very heart
the gold codes, the golden phone,
mr. president had the hiccups
while he was sending in the nukes
at times you feel like you can tell bad guys
things you can't tell a pretty woman
cuz if he decides to kill you it will be nicer,
a confession, the release of burdens
then two shots, just business
i talk to the bad guys to
dream a lost party making
circles in forests so deep that
the animals there have no eyes,
i talk to the bad guys in me,
they bite cigars and they break
like the trunk of a falling tree,
the birdies nests tumble and the chicks,
blind slimy infertile, mew in the grass
ruptures of the earth, mulch and grubs
i have friends in places down low who
bite off the cigar butt and bellow smoke
like dreams made of black iron and say
"lay it on me man whats got you down?"
the bad guys, who would look preposterous
wearing sunglasses at night, if you didnt know
how many people they had killed, bad guys like that
understand shit, like fumbling trays, spilling
drinks on dignitaries wearing white clothes,
like trying to put hearts on the two sides of a scale,
like the uncertainty between downtown and wilderness
walking around with the nails buried deep,
must he bear the cross, while the whole world goes free?
no there is a cross for everyone, theres a cross for me
what have i done and what can i do when i try to stop
the bleeding the gore just leaks out of another hole like
the whole world is the valentines dance of middle schoolers
where i arrived and perpetuated,
wasted, covered in nails and splinters of wood
i keep asking where i am,
getting no answer
rare bars where smoking is allowed indoors,
wash of faces that might as well be smoke
places deep in the woods where hell breaks loose,
where tiny eggs get smashed and the bird leaks out
the hapless fleece is back,
like it was falling from a tree
hitting every branch on the way,
holding a megaphone
we heard every second of it,
like someone's moans are
something you could block out
he woke to snow in the Alleghany's
the dark light went another direction
never far away from anything at all
why bother saying it,
i'm made of skittles anyway
tropical starburst
paddling a boat in the biggest fucking flood
i've ever lived through
i'm looking for folks in the trees
god sent us rainbows to tell us
not to freak out when it rains,
next time it will be fire coming
there won't be more rainbows
god will make us another promise
and the sun will mean something else
wrapping my shirt around my feet because
the sand burns like hell
i'm looking for heads in the desert
sweating cold weather,
someone's black hair
funny to wake up like this
"i am the king and i should not be allowed to touch anything"
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