blue yodel series #24----

the little spit puddle

there some blood

cat tunnel the yellow

and the creaks

i'm not the minister

but i am the organ

the drug dealers i know,

they all own tiny dogs

1/2/3

the one for me

125, 140, 116

uptown C

come for that noddy

if i wished that they would

ask me what feelings i

would trade in for what

i'm bout to get

i would tell em to ask

why dont you ask about them others,

chicken fume, heat like cold

dark like beard ring the soul

why you care about me,

when you forget the others

that are also me

like

pit bull wound cabron,

momma mopping the blood

birthday boy got splattered,

raging behind the chain link

fell down slobbering change

rattle in my cup the black

panther gave me breakfast

and you gave me a beatdown

right front of my own home

so how are you going to say

that is why you are fond of me?

oops did i

♪ ♫ and ooh-wee baby ♪ ♫

chin on my chest

♪ ♫ don't say goodnight ♪ ♫

you're talking to me

♪ ♫ ooh baby ♪ ♫

what's that again?

blame the

somewhere else

holding each other forever

each other, one another, the other

holding each other forever accountable

hey white boy,

what you doin uptown?

im chicken bone

im totin TV

im floating backwash

breathe a skittle all day,

make a young man forget the bad guys

XXVIOOOOO)_

i call him up

he never answers cuz

hes in front of the mirror

bobbin and wishin

i nightmare mirror like and

wheel cart like bubbles

i'm wishin i'm wishin

i'm dreamin i'm on a mission

what if there was

one more bad guy

in the bad guy box

at times

doggy cant win

bang curb

bitcheries and abomination

save me baby i am sin in sweatshirt with

fucked up pants

whats doggy to do when i

bilgewater and heresies

life like louisiana, black cypress bayou, bad guys, gangbang fight, foreign languages, leaning bent, scarface, vermont green, daddy kawasaki, sorries and ladies, rod stewart, hair, shit, animals, days, heart shape, green hat, factory pillar, empty chicken, winter morn, more light, more light, family vacation, thing written in the sand, wash away byebye, sunset, hydrant smoke, anal syringe, buckshot shell, EBT lines, broke truck, Fort Payne Alabama, merrimack river, baby pic, hug, no way out, gone with the wind, squat raid, little cubes, mom, where were you when i made the world?

*more light

more light*

XXXXXX:(

i got jesus i got moses

i got sent back when it was over

squaw mouth and wet thigh

the diva's are fed up

gucci concrete puked it,

the divas are singing out loud

all empty pools the bottom

telling the kids that they are fed up

and they keep it coming

yeah keep it coming

i'll be listening except

from sideline and bench

it was february then

the things i did

it was only february

but it came from behind

i got jesus i got moses

i got when they say

go down go down

eggshell crack i did that

waiting them in the

little church

vines brick and ceiling with

ribs i am belly of the whale

lost and stray from flock i

go down go down

ice was thin because

it never really got cold

except in one place

O! give me time by the window

where the ashes hang dainty

where i watch a walking away

green backpack it make me laugh

length of scarf it make me cry

lying on the floor i so like

southpaw i'm jesus whippings

christ am i the only one

for me

where ya goin mister?

XLVXI

feather wreckin i squawk

23 years of goose pluckin

fly whatever i want to fly

south b52 north virgin air

i so full jello i so high dharma

religious as hell

i so serene bird when the

yellow in the moon slide

down to the bottom like

it couldnt fight off dream or

some boy threw moon melon

with face like skeleton

♪♫ and i just cant seem to get my feet on the ground ♫♪

high with the blanksta

smokin and leanin

heavy drug addiction

grandmother dead didnt know the bitch

dad freaks out in peruvian graveyard

mom freak out all the time

dad hits heavy with extension cord

chopped me on the saw horse and years

later i sing narcorridos with the double pint

♪♫ and i just cant seem to get my feet on the ground ♫♪

moon melon sky i did not ask to be so crazy or

for dirty laundry and dilate eye starin back but

whenever i look its skinnier and dont wanna fly

and that is why i feather pluck and flock with

the goose gang that try all sort of skittles

and that is why all day february you cant find me

it is why i am so fond of you

it is why i tar and feather the dreamboats that sail

i love the goose gang lord know love it all but still

fly down where the earth

is dark and also on fire

"you know people die doing that kinda shit right?"

♪♫ why you think i do it babaaaaay? ♫♪

X----I

february drop top

mustang flutter by

too cold for a valentine

who lines up to come

to the castle keep

where i keep all the

marks tools and lizards

what's different about this room

when ive been snoozing by myself

in a whole bunch of other ones

i want uptown

i want corner

all solo

i want a dream to crawl out,

a roach in the lo mein box

never written a love poem because

it never leaves a trace on my body

the thing is all about delicacy

MOTORCYCLE GUY #1:
   Hey, Prez, have we got news for you...
Hey, have we got work for you...We gotta guy for you to duel...

MOTORCYCLE GUY #1:    (To Sweetback) You're black, man...

   What's it gonna be? ... Wrestlin'?

   *The chief swaggers over to a big bike and lifts it off the ground. The bikers

gasp and whistle in awe and encouragement*

  GANG:   Hey, how about knives?

  Ha ha! 

 GANG:

    Come on, man, your choice -- what's it gonna    be? Huh? What's it gonna be, man?

*The chief takes off her goggles and helmet -- yes, the chief is a woman. 

A white woman. With long, long red hair. 

She looks at Sweetback. 

Sweetback looks at her*     

 SWEETBACK:   Fucking. 

XXX

walking over to lilyhammer

i imagined a place

soft afghan flower field and later

theres smithy from the dim places

wailin on my legs

poppy's revenge

no its a netflix

original series

ashed on the floor

put it out on the floor

booty to the flo

boogie with unknown babes

until i shall shake no more I

grind my best healing stone

under my boot

like blue yodel dan

tears or at least tantrum

rainhammer lily

dizzy jade

gimme a hand

cuz here and now i

dont got one to give

cant help it i am the smithy

smithy in the floral sheets

you already knew i was going to

set something on fire in this room

and that is why the shade

is always kept down low

in a time past i lit myself on fire

for a plump german

but you already knew that

and that is why i am fond of you

*~* ANY GIRL WHO HAS A CRUSH ON ME IS FUCKED *~*

X

so cruel that day

after the last valentine

knees start hurting

nose start running

*~*

been a long time