We met halfway past sundown
At the suicide saloon
I did not let you see the craters of my moon
Coffee warmed us up and all we did was swoon
The second time we met and the sky was our whole room
Your mother made us tea and we sipped away our hopes
She said you’ll marry this one
And she’d had you on the ropes
Then your Papa sent the crows
From the Eastside to the West
…And My momma always taught me you gotta choose the best
My father art thou in heaven?
Only German Hegel knew
You can read a million pages
But you’ll never misconstrue
If you’ve only heard the greatest hits
Of History and its tunes
Then all the Led Zeppelin you’d ever heard
Never learned you ‘bout the Blues
Because current events cut deeper
Than crimson ever could
and the red-tongued goddess maidens
Won’t ensnare fires in the woods
For a water-bender most quenching
Is what’s needed to keep the peace
But don’t be misled my dears
The typhoons are of the East
I’ve seen the paths straight out of hear
In the crescents of your ears
I knew my god was in the flesh when it did not sweat in fear
I knew that peace was love supreme
When I let it whip me bare
I knew I’d drowned my craters there
When I crouched my hatred down stares
I knew I’d wait another year to show the moon to shine
We don’t need to be reborn again
To know who’s born …. under a
bad…
sign
I wouldn’t cry because you left me
For that is whom you choose
But to question my reality, wept me in the blues
I do not cry because you left me
Nor felt the agony of heart impaled
To see the mass graves adorned in blue suede shoes
would crater me to see you fail
For freedom goes of its own Accord
And To Yoda’s onto Hondas
But the day you drove straight up that hill
The Warrior Peace Arized down Yonder
The day you grab that wheel and don’t turn back
I’ll be your journalist
Until that day shall come
I’ll carry your shoes upon my chest
You needn’t bear the weight of chiles
To be the most respected of the pack
Browner than Blue and Bluer than black
The wheatfields in Egyptian mires
Are whole-grained pleats in ricey tyres
And the world won’t keep turn another day
Till the farmers make theirs back
