Sunday, January 23, 2011

The last stop light in my rear view
Is draggin thoughts of you
See a sunset blooming
The blue jays plum thirsty
Just waiting for a bribe
Give her love eyes
Daddy’s downtown in the county jail
Mommas stayin home ain’t postin no bail
I’m just drawin in the playpen

My sisters down frown’n by the creek
Lunch box full of cigarettes
Readin playboy and thinkin about growin up

The crickets in the corn love a warm summer storm
The mud is the fields gets my boots all worn
I’ma lonely baby sheddin everythin but my skin

The river’s lips are reachin for the bridges hips
We’re goin down, we’re gonna drown, we’re gonna die

Droughty boys are swingin round the oak tree’s crown
They’re gonna burn, they’re gonna light the church on fire
I’ve been a son
I’ve been a chord of steel
I’ve been as cold
As the autumn breeze can feel

I’ve loved a girl
Just for her name
I didn’t know
Didn’t know her eyes would make me tame
I’d build a world from saw dust piles
Bend a ring from a horse shoe’s mile
Wrangle down a jackal pony
Just to see my face, reflecting in the devil eyes
Jesus tears are tearin down
The roof of a battered hell
The rivers eyes, ain’t full of lies
Baby, I know you can’t tell
The dead flowers I picked
For you were stuck
To limbs I ate and shelled
The blood flock hides
In a warm disguise
Burrowed in my bones
Down my golden spine
The nail thorn lies
Plucking a spider harp
To curl my peppered bones
The earth flows
It flows like flame
Put me in a pile of soot and
I’ll call it home sweet home

Saturday, July 17, 2010

I am not me. I hear too much of what other people say to be me.