I woke up this morning
yesterday,
Instead of my normal routine,
I put my pants on the wrong way.

And instead of
opening my eyes to see,
I kept them closed,
"I smell with these."

And as if that isn't
insane enough,
I walked on my hands
to make things more tough.

I woke up this morning
yesterday,
with my bass on ackwards
in the most peculiar way.

Up was down, and down was stay.
Yes meant why? and stop meant play.
As the clock struck midnight
then purged to three,
I slowly realized


none of this was a dream.


I woke up this morning.
Yesterday.

I fear my verses have taken lately a  turned for the dark but my life is mostly
the wellspring that waters the leaves and branches. The thorns well they are
the barbs hatched from bitter and pointed eruptions of harsh reality.

The spring is tainted now. But that too will pass as always and I am obliged to purge
or remain stagnant, bitter, fermented and Toxic. My demons lash my will and taunt.
Old wounds long thought healed now crack and peel away Keloids be dammed. Open Sesame.

The great Satchel Page said " never look back cause something might be gaining on Ya".

Mother nature and father time are the third and anchor legs for the four by four hundred relay
Nothing but ***** and elbows. Kicking rocks, fast and furious. How curious life is. A bass ackwards quiz. Gotcha !!.