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I’m the Moolah of addiction
pushing proceeds of affliction
demand for my brand of self-infliction
at an all-time high

the division of humanity
a principal condition
of this nuclear religion
in a split-hair decision
the jury fully bribed
rendered its conviction
and the mandatory incision
was surgically applied

it’s in the books—
the balance of power
my side of the ledger—
fatter than yours
Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers . . .
I’m a natural born demon
don’t tax your brain
you’ll never be able to demonetize me
shame, shame, shame; I pull the trigger
you’re a stiff on sale at my target range
rigor mortis with a baseball bat
I’m the guy running ‘round in a baseball cap
ready to cap your pathetic ass

I’m the best kind of evil since Evil Knievel
but the best is yet to come
we’ll charge ’em all with words
then commence to hurling stones
run right through their heathen ranks
assault their flanks
with spears, arrows, and bows
it’s far too slow, though, to reach a conclusion
soil soaked in blood—just half the solution
the war’s not won; it’s an empty illusion
got to incinerate their entire delusion

prime the cannons; rain hell from the sky
that’s how the other guy
will balance the equation
fuel the machines of brut devastation
kill each other without hesitation
flip the switch of annihilation
sip the Kool Aid; it’ll soften the blow

and, that’s the end of my proclamation
I’ve been around since before creation
banking on a race seeking domination
I’m the sole beneficiary of its mutual cremation.

damn
gravel in my shoe again
toe’s sticking through the hole in my sock
i kneel
adjust my worn-out footwear
stare at the patterns in the cracked pavement
how many miles
to my destination
somewhere beyond this highway sign?
sign says, “Slower traffic, keep right”
i’m on the shoulder
can’t get much slower
well, that’s not entirely true
before leaving home
i was going nowhere
before going nowhere
i had dreams

red car, yellow car, black car, white car
color don’t mean that much to me
i ride in ‘em all without reserve
got to conserve my energy, though
haven’t eaten in two days
don’t know which is louder
the rumble in my stomach
or the sound of trucks
rambling down the road
cars blur by
and into the sunset
one more hour
and i’ll call it a day
one more hour with my thumb out
i’ve got nothing else to do
but, hope is on my side
and one thing’s for certain
a ride always comes along

truck drivers, motorcycle riders
delivery men, and policemen
moonshiners, fanatics, drunks, and drug addicts
vacationers, hippies, and families with children
gamblers, preachers, horny men and women
a menagerie of virtue and vice
all with one thing in common
they stopped on the side of the road
and let me in
each taking me someplace i’d never been
some with ulterior motives
some with a sense of adventure
some needing someone to talk to
some fed me
some fucked me
some tried to rob me
some even blessed me

i’ve stood by the road in torrential rain
endured thunder, lightning, and relentless hail
trekked through blizzards in the mountains
melted in the desert’s merciless sun
bathed nude in ice cold rivers
slept under the stars by the overpass
I’ve been to every state in the Union
mostly on the back of my thumb
it was a great way to get there
when i didn’t care where there was and
didn’t need to get there
in some kind of a rush

i stepped out of nowhere’s door
many years ago
picked up an education
my companion for a lifetime
and, here now i stand
at home by the side of this highway
certain as certain can be
that soon again i’ll be
exactly where i’ve never been.

i look at myself
in the mirror each day
study this decaying flesh
draped on ancient bones
the truth of a thousand lies
buried behind these tombstone eyes
gas on a funeral pyre
match in hand
i set the mess ablaze
wrap a noose around my neck
head off to work myself to death
i’m a train wreck wrapped in a business suit
a facade in need of a coat of paint
polluting the world nine-to-five
looting the gullible
causing trouble wherever I go
i’m living in a bubble
of iniquity
layers and layers of duplicity
shield me from this complicity
i am the prince of greed and collusion
ask me what i think of myself
i’ll tell you i like what i see in the mirror
delusions set aside, it’s a matter of pride
if i tell you the truth, the illusion will die.

lizard dreams
got to let my spikes down
catch a little shut-eye
try to remember
that tune i forgot
walking off the blues the other day
mumbling hints of jazz.

i must be a rock
because here I am again
ready to grow moss
still eating kelp like Popeye
swilling wine like Bacchus
got to get my muffins
out the oven.

was born half warlock—half witch
conjured up a parade when i was nine
no bubblegum on my heel
that’s not the way i roll
mine’s stuck to your shoe
look, but don’t disturb it
it’s a masterpiece
of elastic art in the making.

on the precipice, i stand
the canyon below
gathering shadows in its hungry maw
my eyes plunge into the last of day
so near, her rays
i can almost touch them
one more step and i’ll be in Heaven

been chasing the sun for years
with every step, i’m farther behind
here on this ledge, watching it slip
into yet another sleepless night
weary bones chafe my soul
the razor’s edge between right and wrong
dulled by this religion of holy addiction

footprints in the dust, useless waypoints
swept away by wind and rain
don’t know from which direction i came
too many hours spent following clouds
gas in the tank for a trip to the dealer
but not enough change in the ashtray
for a tune-up

hallucinating romantic notions
into happily hazardous delusions
i fight with my demons over loaded dice
it’s a battle of pirogues; we drown in the drink
night-after-night; it’s a three-ring circus
i wake up stomped into pachyderm fodder

damn, it’s a long way down
but i just can’t stand to sink any lower
i step away from the crag
plot a course though the starlit night
compass pointing toward dawn,
my destination’s not on the map, but i realize
Heaven’s not waiting at the bottom of a cliff