by Davy Crockett Reincarnated
blood on the ground
mechanical buzzards
circling around ~
I stick my thumb out
for a ride
a ragged old feller
homeless bound ~
Her face appears
in the sky up above
she says with a groan
"don't talk about love" ~
The vision comes
the vision goes
a shot & splattered
holy white dove ~
I'm covered with dirt
my throat is dry
I gotta leave again
or I'm gonna die ~
Multiple excuses
spin in my head
yet there is
no reason why ~
The sun up above
smokin' his nose
is always there
wherever I goes ~
The tip of the nose
of the flaming sun
drops an ash
& forever glows ~
Tom Dooley the crow
squawkin' at my side
squawks "hello"
but there's still no ride ~
Bullets start to fly
babies start to cry
poor folks run around
lookin' for a place to hide ~
Stumblin'
fallin'
moanin'
crawlin' ~
Buildings crashing down
on top 'o their heads
a tank in the street
sputterin' & stallin' ~
I become a layered cake
of grease & grime
just standing here
without one dime ~
Thumb wavin' above
the tossed & turned
wishin' hopin' someone
will stop just one time ~
But they have no pity
they all drive by
a wet sticky tear
squeezes outta my eye ~
Tom Dooley, we gotta
get out of this place
but it looks like we're gonna
just stand here & die ~
The world's so hot
folks broken & lame
one by one
turn into flame ~
Her face appears again
from deep down
outta her throat
churns up my name ~
The tears won't stop
they're all over my face
my thumb's stuck out
but it seems out of place ~
Someone pulls over
ahhhhhhh
this picks up
the pace ~
The man at the wheel
is wrapped real tight
around & around
with dynamite ~
I hop in
the coupe takes off
he turns to me &
says, "gotta light?"
It's an Islamic moment
suspended in time
it's suddenly quiet
there's no more rhyme ~
The bell in the tower
inside of my soul
swings to n' fro
a mysterious chime ~
The crow, Dooley, my friend
has flown far away
the moment ticks like a clock
with nothin' to say ~
The desert landscape
floats by like a dream
with nothin' to do
but lollygag all day ~
I dig in my pocket
pull out my bic
get the flame going
with one little flick ~
The vision in the sky
of her memorable beauty
is now some how
a silly dumb chick ~
As the suicide bomber
holds up the fuse
its a proposition
I cannot refuse ~
Almighty God winkith
as we settle back
for one last
bumpy cruise ~
Heaven opens up her
transparent arms
bumps us with love &
other immaculate charms ~
A crispy flash
explodes all around
kills quite a few & sends us
to distant angelic farms ~
Ohhhhhhh the sun up above
he knows
as he smokes his
eternal cigar nose ~
Strums his banjo
combs his flames
& the crow so free do fly
wherever the river flows...
~
Copyright © 2007 - Davy Crockett Reincarnated
Published: 10/11/07 · Author's Page · Next Poem