My, my, sweet sun rain,
It's the Tupelo Line
Past Wilkes-Barre,
All flash and twilight
This side of Pentecost.
And Donald Trump
Has his pulse on the Nation,
And I've got my foot on the gas. Armageddon to the left
Of me, Covid to the right,
As I gaze this sad metropolis.
And I squeeze the turnip dry.
***** the Calabash,
I've got strange maneuvers
Halfway to the sun.
I since lost time to the clouds,
Counting sheep in this psychedelic Insomnia.
And Newton thought The Bible was a code
Written in Men's hearts.
I see God in a solitary bird
Flying a gray sky.