Up in the Air
This week won’t freakin’ end,
All the good amaretto’s gone,
Lost the cat on Another Manic Monday—
I know I did something wrong.
Not sure why they shot down my balloon,
So pretty in the clear blue sky—
They say they’ll have information soon,
I just wanna know: goodness sakes, why?
So I see a fair bit of coin has found its way into my bin
Precisely at the time when I dream of seeing you again
So I’ve a modest proposal, nothing up my sleeve;
Thanks for keeping in touch and yes I can breathe.
Perhaps I gotta open a vein,
Gonna really do it this time,
I just can’t go thru this again,
So many clouds at the horizon of elm and pine.
Better try to shift to the minor chord—
An incautious leap into a changed mind:
Love all your thoughts and prayers;
How the masses act so very kind.
But soon Burzek will stroll an aisle;
When once my only friend was Nurse Abby,
But looks like we’re waiting for a while:
What’s the name of your old tabby?
He’s so lost inside this ethyl place
Of his own making
So I seem to be so amazing;
Ain’t anybody here faking.
No answers from an imprudent text,
Who knows what’s coming next.
Chances swarm and the mind reels—
Is this how kismet feels?
Around the bend, around the corner,
Such nights as these I could be a goner.
So here I am at something o’clock,
But that’s not the real time.
It’s just at where in Life’s maze I’m lost
Awaiting a new midnight to fix this rhyme.
Atop Witch’s Hat Mountain
Ima gwain over by Witch’s Hat Mountain
Ware da horizon is all around
Atop mah Witch’s Hat Mountain
I kin feel mah feets on da ground
Gonna catch me some deers and hares
Livin round Witch’s Hat Mountain
Gonna pitcha tent and loose mah cares
Over by mah Witch’s Hat Mountain
Sout bout Fort Davis like
Above dem texican plains is Witch’s Hat Mountain
A risin sun paints da east side dawn
Come wid me to Witch’s Hat Mountain
Cuz dats ware Ima be gone