i drove into the oldest part of town
and there she sat on an empty window sill
a fancy cigarette hanging from her hand
and inside her mouth a psychedelic pill
she was the only girl on the entire block
with two legs kicking instead of twenty four
a wind blowing papers which she wouldn't read
against the bottom of her back door
some cats played music in the middle of the street
humming a southern spirituality tune
one stray dog sleeping until he was done
started howling at a shadow of the moon
his both eyes red and two ears hanging way down low
he started licking himself where he felt it hurt
stretching he went looking for his next meal
he knew it was time to get to work
when a saloon exploded like a house of cards
guns firing at whisky bottles on the bar
and there she sat on an empty window sill
waiting for me to get out of my damn car
an elephant and a brown bear with balls
juggling coins in a game of pure chance
far down the line marched a traveling band
playing a sweet song of adolescence romance
behind the circus tent in an alley full of fire
the fat lady danced her weight inside the ring
a crowd of drifters sitting around spellbound:
they all waited to hear her sing.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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