Whats happening to me

Wager not my voice at the marketplace o' marriage

and a Fortune company

support o' some plotted disinfected family tree's

just not in the cards for me.

let me sing my own tune

but in the choir of a life-

a life that's honest 'n free; and

let me be still

let me be still


til I can give voice to what's happening to me

Lay odds on the gamble that is a certainty; something that 

comes forth in a squawk or a sigh;

a long shot from heav'n with syrup 'n greens and a slice 

o' grandma's rhubarb pie.

Say I'm a wild card- say I'm no damn good- don't even 

mention me in yore Last Will;

and, when you see I've stopped m' coughing' 

carry my coffin up Boot Hill.

For now, just sit still...let me unlock my notched grooved raw 

boned love sick key.

And sing a loud cry to the blue, blue, blue sky for the need of 

a boy to be free.

For K