no.44

My home? Oh I come from the bayou.

The swamp.

A red-haired lady lived there,too.

She made paradise out of stepping stones and stolen plants,

She made sure you took off them nasty shoes!

Smells real bad, but it stinks so sweet.

Going barefoot is a tossup,

Lit cigarettes or something with sharp teeth.

Feels like sanctuary for sure,

the Earth between my toes, and under my feet.

My foundation is so strong!

You know Mudd seems so loosey goosey,

so much could slip or go wrong.

Good, no, great thing, someone was always there to catch me!

Good, no, great thing, they are still with me even if it’s “just a song.”

Too many words, yet not enough to say.

Send me back to endless cornfields,

jumpin’ bales of hay!

I want to reek of sweat and cedar and marlboro reds and

I want to need three cold showers a day!

It was a shared experience, not just mine alone.

I have shared it with strangers,

Shared it with people who also once called her home…

It is much different now, and Things have really changed, My God!

I hope they all, no matter what!, saw the fucking throne.

The Empress and her Energy; at peace and still a raging flame.

I guess it is mine turn now, huh.

To take it! In Jesus name!

I know in my heart I will do her justice,justice,justice,justice.

I know in my heart that it will never be the same.

So for this very magic moment right this second,

I live and breath for a red-haired lady and her dreams.

To the blueprints, “Redprints,” I am beckoned.

Start small and work your way up to your Empire;that fucking throne.

Be a simple man, and you’ll be happy, I reckon ;)