lay me down
the truth is out there somewhere, i suppose
the mysteries, the riddles all have answers...maybe
i've walked around the world more than once
i've searched for it with that old greek's lantern (it didn't help)
i came away with shoes in rags & rusted faith
alluvials behind me & before me
& love what is love it hits you like a wrecking ball
it knocks you down dances on your face
it eats your heart your spirit like a piranha
& then it's gone it's gone just that bitter taste
like yesterday's coffee
& you're glad you're free you're 'happy'
but you want it you still want it
(i hear them out there in the fog i hear them begging)
& that road that hi-way it goes on & on
it don't end it never ends
except in the grave & maybe not even there who knows
& i've cried i've cried again til i know
those ducts are as dry as the mojave'
& then i cry again
i'm tired can't you see that i'm just tired
i can't go on no more i can't...
slap together a whiskey bullet & fuck me with poetry