Saturday, January 14, 2006

The Food and The Whore

The seagulls fly
in search of sweet tea and pie
and dream of pimento cheese rolls.
The ambrosia of green
and pineapple cake,
The smell of the blues
keeps me awake.
I’m gonna dance
and shake my ass silly
and take everything I can grab.
Oh yes,
give me more,
the food and the whore
but keep the dark smell of tomorrow.

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