I been running through the jungle
all my life
a madman with a giant gorilla
chasing me
a screeching monkey on my back
screaming siren
to let the gorilla know just where I am
some day I might stop running
stand my ground and fight
when the blind eyed hero
takes over me
but for now I'm running for my life
running like a son of a bitch
for all I'm worth
Wrestle Mania
Had a year long steel cage match
with a million bottles of whiskey
lost my sense of balance
watched my legs turn to spaghetti
heard my heart thump and pound
irregular beats in my chest
lost my ability to see across the street
to walk to the mailbox
went through a six day non stop marathon
of hallucination and thrashing about
a tuna landed on the deck of a small
unbalanced boat
almost died
another missed change
and that after 29 years of training
thought I could whip the son of a bitch
but I was wrong
bastard threw my around the ring
like a wet towel
bounced my off the bars of that cage
like a pimple ball
played half ball without a bat
and knocked me over the roof
more times than I can count
Twist Twist Senora
This is where the great phenomenon
of Gary U.S. Bonds
took the wrong turn
hit a speed hump
and threw the whole suspension
out of line
Twist Twist Senora
is what made the car jump the tracks
and head straight into an endless field of tangled weeds
lost that amazing
New Orleans, Not Me, Quarter To Three,
School Is Out, School Is In, Having So Much Fun
live party high energy
ala Ray Charles What'd I Say
throbbing can't keep your feet still
pulsing thing
Now THAT was the day
the real music died
and no more nights with
The Church Street Five and Daddy G
Serpentine
sinewy
sensuous
from Greek
not Roman
mythology
serpentine
rolls off the tongue
as natural
as alluring
hypnotic
as the songs of sirens
singing to sailors
from the rocks
a viscous liquid
as leisurely as molasses
drip from the tree
of knowledge
no word more apt
since the inglorious
and subtle
inception of sin
Bad Mama Jama
yes she is
a bad
mama jama
she is
as bad
as she can be
the sensuousness
of burning
soul
smoldering
the heat
of her body
radiates
to all
come near
yes she is
a bad
mama
jama
she has
the moves
that make
men steam
will make them
dance in her direction
where they'll
be burned
like moths
to a heaven
the likes
of which
they've never dreamed
yes she is
a bad
mama
jama
brings
men joy
to set them free
some say
she's myth
some say
she is the essence
of the flower
at the core
of our true destiny
