Wicked World Wild
It’s a dark get-up-and-go from the prince of let-go.
Awoke this evening to a wicked world wild,
gave my daily prayer to rock ‘n roll
and drowned my tongue in beer
Maybe today’s the date to die,
lovingly enveloped in a lover’s skin
Maybe I’ll see eternity in a pool table…
Like it, want it … or not
It’s a dark get-up-and-go
from the prince of let-go;
a flow to the rhythm at a corner bar
and difficulties called people
Books, breasts and beer sucked by straw,
I desire and much more
If I fly, will I kill
everything that joins me, makes me?
Will I be anything other than another question?
Too old for you, but sure would be fun to have a coupla brews and play some pool.
Damn, it's been a long time! Sounds great right now, with the rain...
And I really like the poem, too. Cheers.
My favorite two stanzas: "It's a dark get-up-and-go" and "difficulties called people."