Here is a poem from my forthcoming book from Crisis Chronicles Press THE NIGHT MARKET. It will be out soon. We are planing a big event with music, poetry and book singing with both myself and the artist ReBecca Gozion to take place on August 16, in the heat of the summer down here in Locke at the Moon Cafe. It will be called GOING TO THE MOON. We are trying to arrange for PROXY MOON to play and the book is THE NIGHT MARKET. There will be some real surprises in both words and music that night. MR. DUPREE I’ve got a hundred miles of railroad track, Forty miles of bad road My soul is living in a hurricane And the night is getting cold. Mr. Dupree, Mr. Dupree, what are you doing hangin’ round? I get so tired of living but I just can’t lay my head down. I‘m blind as a bullet shot out of gun. I can hear like a dog in the dark My heart is pumping like a hand grenade My bite is much worse than my bark. I’ve got my hands inside a hornet’s nest. I’ve got my feet inside my shoes. Every time a bird flies by I believe it brings good news Nobody seems to know me. My smile makes ice look warm. I have lightning bolts for eyeballs. I’m not the shelter, I’m the storm. So please Mr. Dupree, What are you doing hangin’ round? I get so tired of living but I just can’t lay my head down
Posted on: Tue, 03 Jun 2014 02:36:35 +0000
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