i'm sitting on the floor
a raven repeating "Nevermore!"
there's a mounted white knight
a black man is swinging high
all through the night
i can see them from my porch
the light is from a torch
i'm in my more formal wear
something somewhere
it's got to matter
but my head is growing fatter
i'm hearing commanding shouts
emptied of all doubts
i see a bloody stream
there is no sign of a dream!
what does it mean?
i'm sitting on your face
urging myself to pick up the pace
but this is not a race
i'm walking down the hall
someone's trying to recall
a cotton-picking thing
i hear a soulful parent sing
there are sweat-stains on their pants
i can see them when they dance
there's a damn hot summer sun
someone's got a gun
i'm sitting on the floor
a raven repeating "Nevermore!"
there's a mounted white knight
a black man swinging high
all through the night
i'm in my more formal wear
something somewhere
it's got to matter
but my head is growing fatter.
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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