A Beer, A Bite, and A Bong
Bong...stoned without your love,
Boned around you.
Opened up and shuffled up, we dealt out nine.
Every one who saw us had to stand in a line.
Every single jack was dealt into my hand,
when the drummer started playing in that three piece band.
You understand about that man?
He walked on up and set his cup up on the bar,
and reached into his pocket for a big cigar.
He tapped out all his ashes right into my cup,
then looked at me with fire until I drank it up.
That man had a big plan.
And ever since that moment, I’ve been fucking weird; I can’t keep a sunny morning in my rear view mirror. Broken up and opened up and scattered around, I’m feeling like I’m stealing while I crawl on the ground.
The man came back around.
That awful wind was the only sound. Something big was slithering down / into the pit where my spirit was bound; and then the ground started to pound.
“And here we go. For your soul.”
Where will your spirit breathe? The question was asked, followed by a cool breeze. I dropped down to my knees because I had a disease. I could have choked on all of my pleas.
The sun is shining on my face.
I can’t believe I get to live in this place.
It’s the same pain but now luminous.