A Levee On My Chest (Cottonmouth) |
We built a wall up yesterday and today we tore it down.
"Killed it all."
But I might save these lil’ pieces on the ground.
And a scars the only thing that’s left.
"Man...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 14:31:00 GMT |
Relics of the Old Plantation Days |
I burnt my heart out of my chest and did my best to manifest from all that shit I tried hard to explain * It's complicated times we're in and as the sin begins again remember that you always must obst...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 15:34:00 GMT |
Black Bible Belt |
Well, we were all hit hard in the mouth.I was somewhere in the yard, while the South was runnin' wild.The time it took to calm me downWhat I could've become by now. Now how?I was pumping gas and...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 15:30:00 GMT |
The Death of the Caboose |
I found a piece of paper on
That old highwayside
And it read, "You're not alone."
But I was by myself that night.
So I moved my tired feet
down with the weary soles.
Cause when you got ...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 17:34:00 GMT |
Poetry Bike |
Ridin' my bike at night
my directions shift toward the whirrings of wall-mounted air conditioners
Like a snow-bird beaten
whose horizon turned out to be an oven range.
(heatin'...................and t...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jul 2007 15:58:00 GMT |
Behealed. Behold. Bemoaned. Be Foretold. |
I know it's Good. but now it's hard to try and break the News.
It's gonna take the purest gold to cover up the bruise.
It ain't no revelation if we've known it all along.
But I don't know too much for...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 14:13:00 GMT |
the Lizard King, or, Night of the Iguana |
Settling after an eastern jaunt
full of mosquito nights and cicada wee-oww wee-oww's
the southern sun is a blistering bloke
with unsatisfied grin pointed straight at me!
The days are longer and nights...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 14:31:00 GMT |
Adams's Rib |
Baby. Love gone crazy. So, you left me in the pride i would not swallow. * Daily. You remind me. Right behind me with the voice ...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 11:18:00 GMT |
ICE CHEST |
People always tell me how to live.But I don't mind.I've re-written this movie a hunerd' times.I'm in my prime.I want to say sumthin' divine.But my head just floats like Styrofoam.Tell my lover that I ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 May 2007 18:22:00 GMT |
Racoons In Heat |
Several nights agoMy lover & I were awokenBy the sound of Springand Up on Our roof,Noises of Nature,Being Lovers Themselves.We smiled.And welcomed in, and rejoiced in, and wallowed in.theseour sea...
Posted by on Wed, 16 May 2007 15:31:00 GMT |
