One day you feel safe,
the next day it feels
like the heebie jeebies
are hanging
around your neck.
It's all about the mojo.
If the locals appear happy
and their eyes are smiling,
it's gonna be a good day.
But if you get quiet
and shifty eyes,
the bad boys are
gonna probably play nasty.
On the quietest day of the year,
I saw Miller disappear
in a pink cloud.
Half his body went up
in smoke &
they never found
his legs or nuts.
His right arm
was laying in
in a deep rut
full of sewer water
on the side of the dirt road.
I can't keep my mind
off his screaming,
which still haunts me
to this very day.