April 2010
41 posts
“One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.”
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Lullaby for Blacktail - rykarda parasol
From my bed, and through this town
You can hear that engine moan
And it’s the only sound
That comforts me now
As I spend my time here alone
Lullaby, sweet old engine
Is it you who sings to me tonight
While all else lay quiet?
I came in off the pacific line and how I bend and snake and hiss
Are strangers always so slithering wet?
Yes, if you don’t touch them
La, la, la, la
I came in with a song
But like the ones who came before
You knew I’d rattle on
With loneliness a drag on your third coast
Laugh if you like behind my back
I’m the one you envy most
But I’m glad I came here
And its good I leave
California is home
And you take that bar and some dark black souls
And send a kiss form an armadillo
Lullaby, oh lullaby, oh lullaby
Now sing me your song:
Choo choo, choo choo
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby
Now sleep little one.
Honey Dripper by Clarence Major
Savannah, Georgia, 1902
Little arms ripped out
of their sockets,
belly devoured down
to the backbone
while Honey was at work.
How could a dog named Eddie
do such a thing?
Sheriff said it was her fault
for not feeding the animal.
Is there such a thing
as food for thought?
“Had no business leaving
them kids alone nohow.”
Honey Dripper, Honey Dripper
(whose legal name
was Eartha Romance)
had three children —
Mona Lisa Romance
Paul Romance
Molly Romance —
all born under morning
stars and out of wedlock,
and each to a different
silent or lost father.
One’s dead
and the other two
they say are out there
in the State’s hands.
1992
The Bees
Belly
The Bees - Belly
My blessed son, you…
You’ve got a lot to learn.
So I’m your best friend,
You love me, and
Well I’ll tell you something:
“We’re on the road to messy.”
Now the bees behind my eyes sing “beware,”
But my bee-stung tongue wants in there.
Beware, beware, beware of me.
If your heart is not on my side,
if your heart is not on my side,
if your heart is not on my side,
You’re not on my side anymore.
I steal a piece of your diary.
I don’t think that looks like me.
Am I so cold, now that I’m older?
I tell you stories,
That doesn’t mean you know me.
Now the bees behind my eyes sing, “beware,”
But my bee-stung tongue wants in there.
So come at me with mouth open wide,
And I, like a jerk, I crawl inside.
Beware, beware, beware of me.
If your heart is not on my side,
If your heart is not on my side,
If your heart is not on my side, you’re not on my side anymore.
