Been Bustin my Brain
Bout to go insane
lookin for lost letters & things
Some things inportant
some things mundame
time wasted & spent
on things I may
have to repent
no tellin what the
certified letter sent
mortgage is over due
their tryin to take
the house too
they have all
& still have the gull
to dig in my pockets
they might find
some rockets
they can blast back
to an empty
account of it all
which way is up
& where did they turn
seems like a maze
full of **** & *****
is there ever an end
to it all
as I recall
it started with Obama
now we are stuck in Omaha

We are still floating
It's hard to believe it was six weeks ago
you could wade to the stadium
Or even float

See that Dixie cup
As the wind did blow
Go floating by half full of ***
Hey, Somebody, get me a boat


Now the fans are here like every year
it's a hundred degrees
With humiditiy so thick
It's like a sauna

Can't go outside for fear
It'd stop everything that breaths
I'd be an oil slick
Like Gulf Shores' birds, beach, fish & fauna

I'd like to go out west
where the air is clear
But I  can't 'till I'm done with my book
So it's back to the grind

It all put me to the test
Of what's important & dear
And then there's the arsonist crook
Waiting in jail until a sentance they find

I can't say I've got good health
But I can say I did it to myself
So until I can put my book on a shelf
I'll keep my head down & stay in my shell

Here's my tird attempt to post this
a Memory from my Yut
To all us ***** fellows
One BIG salute

A good lovin' woman's like a crusin' Cadillac
She'll make every curve & never jump the track
She'll hug ya & squeeze ya & never miss a turn
And when it comes to power she's got plenty to burn

Now if she's the kind with an automatic shift
She'll slide right into gear & never feel stiff
If she's got the gears that include the clutch
You'll only have to let it out a little, not to much

On the outside she's really one clean machine
With all of her shimmer, sparkle, shine & gleam
On the inside she's plush & soft to the touch
And she'll take you for a ride that's really too much

It's a dim & drizzly Memorial Monday
Hell, it could be Sunday or any other day these daze
The BBQ pickin party's cancelled
due 2 more rain and things finacial
We did not escape the flooding after all
the AC was out on the hottest day I recall
the heat & humidity is so oppressive
makes one's instincts blur & become panic obsessive
On a day set aside for all to remember
Those who gave all & did not surrender
Is marked with a lack of labor & shopping mall sales
No football, no banking, no courts & no snail mail
So I'll have another chunk of dat brownie
and wash in down with some good ol' Tenessee JD
Take another puff & drive another nail in my coffin
Until my head stops aching & can stop coughing
What will dis day bring?
Maybe I'll just sit alone with my guitar & sing
Play me some blues cause the mortgage is due
the roof is still leaking, two cats have nine kittens & I'm blue
I'm so broke I can't pay attention
to all of the things that I owe I've lost my retention
YA, I got dem steadily depressin'
Low down mind missin'
Everything is way past due
I got dem Memorial Blues

Append Just had 2 write dis 2 get my daze started, U all have happy :) Memorial Day, Doc

Seems like I was twenty
just the other day
Like ***** said
"Aint It Funny How Time Slips Away"
I've been buried in bones
raking over old stones
Forcein' grunts & groans
from note bending overtones
realing in my mind
for some kind of a marker of time
Pacing the years
And all of the moments so dear
Markers in a haze glancing rear
In a flash I was thirty
Two ex-wives, it was *****
Never a dull moment before fourty
Ever played a Hurdy Gurdy?
Scrap books & scapes of a sojourn
compiled, organized, the page turns
Fifty kicks you in the *****
one no longer walks so tall
Where in H E double Ls
Did the time go?

If man follows evolution
He'll come to distruction
No more revolutions
Nothing like reconstrution

A little humiliation?
One more deduction
No such thing as a nation
No chance for creation

A Sea of Tranquility

Only elimination, Mother Earth's abortion
What about salvation? Not even mutation?

We've lost our ambition, so we loss our reincarnation?
No more benedictions? Only discrimination?

A Sea of Tranquility?

Total annihlation? Call it "Holy Assaignation"
We should find our anticipation confronted with meditation
With no reservation for our obligation
There is no solution for a simple conclusion

A Sea Of Tranquility?

Yesterday was my 24th anaversary
twentysix years with her, no nursery
Our cats have consumed her totally
Last Sunday was a real marker 4 me
It was an old friend's 75th Birthday
How much older then me, I can't say
But it's nice to know that those who play
CAN LIVE 2 B a nice old age