Tomorrow night I will be back under the moonlights of the Mississippi,
will walk in the warm streets and eat
a healthy helping of red beans, sausage, fried chicken.
Right now I am tired, cold, hungry
my toes still damp and blue
Exotic trips to plan
journeys to document
wine beer and Jack to drink
Gotta buy some wood
to express myself by creating funky hittin’
…like needing to get tied off
secure a fix on life.
Gray america used to be so beautiful
so sad and so beautiful
so urgent, so creative, so full of information,
so intense, so driven with artistic purpose;
round tables, square chairs and triangular slices of apple pie.
Love was the one danger I would drive off a cliff for
It would knock me flat on my ass, destroy me everytime
and like a true fighter would just get up and fight again
knowing I would get, again, blasted down
…but I would never compromise;
always would toss myself into that sipher of seduction
I existed because of love
…and now?
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(written with pen on paper, scattered)
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