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Used-to-be Coal Cracker
"Beam me up, Scotty, on my knucklehead Harley."
Do I look like a papoose or Mona Lisa with a smile
I'm the Lone Ranger and he ain't my friggin' Kawliga,
he is my Kemosabe and I ride a solid white Kia
so get off my Bubba Ho-tep, thinking me Elvis
or eat my silver bullets on the keno table, thinking
it's a Code Red, "riding my pony on the reservation"
smack dab in a bag of Cheetos with your name on it
because simply, you will be dead.
"Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!" But built low to the asphalt.
now that I am old grey, a used-to-be coal cracker
smoking long-stem Pall Malls sometimes a Kool
but the ashes burn going down, tasting like old
rubber tires on mama's corpse, saddling up straight
deuces in a Pawpaw tree but menthol is for pussies,
like Crazy Horse who put Custer in the ground.
"What the Hell am I doing here?" I may be a little
bit crazy but I can chew Asperum with little to no
side effects. But I did shoot mama with a Husqvarna
chainsaw catching her canoodling with my friend,
Kemosabe.
"Seeing pyramids along the Nile," I smoke a neti pot, a
short and mild one waiting for my foreskin to ripen
with a green malaise OD'ing on mama's chamber
pot. forgiving the little church mouse who licks the
souse off my catheter.
Do I look like a papoose or Mona Lisa with a smile
I'm the Lone Ranger and he ain't my friggin' Kawliga,
he is my Kemosabe and I ride a solid white Kia
so get off my Bubba Ho-tep, thinking me Elvis
or eat my silver bullets on the keno table, thinking
it's a Code Red, "riding my pony on the reservation"
smack dab in a bag of Cheetos with your name on it
because simply, you will be dead.
"Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!" But built low to the asphalt.
now that I am old grey, a used-to-be coal cracker
smoking long-stem Pall Malls sometimes a Kool
but the ashes burn going down, tasting like old
rubber tires on mama's corpse, saddling up straight
deuces in a Pawpaw tree but menthol is for pussies,
like Crazy Horse who put Custer in the ground.
"What the Hell am I doing here?" I may be a little
bit crazy but I can chew Asperum with little to no
side effects. But I did shoot mama with a Husqvarna
chainsaw catching her canoodling with my friend,
Kemosabe.
"Seeing pyramids along the Nile," I smoke a neti pot, a
short and mild one waiting for my foreskin to ripen
with a green malaise OD'ing on mama's chamber
pot. forgiving the little church mouse who licks the
souse off my catheter.
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