Friday, September 5, 2008

chicken scratch will take the brain pain away
so, no worries will bleed my soul today
today emptiness is a lonely tone
where i swear some sins could turn you stone

but as rock n roll is our preacher
the whole world is our church
they won't worry too much
or make us hurry, give money, or bathe in "holy" water at birth

"never." i might have said it but go on forget it
forever tangled my love in all sorts of dreaded
hairy like my head
confusion's now embedded
but i am learning to jump for joy
to grow alls that i know
and spread it at a show

to dig, we get down
heat and spin 'round
then feel abducted by aliens
such musicians with such sound
such people such beauty.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hey man this poem sweet.. i like the line "but as rock n roll is our preacher
the whole world is our church" that line is sick!!