A Love Song for Troubled Girls

Got Them Cosmic Silver Blues Again, Mama

Coal Black and Silver Blue
went walking after midnight
Coal say,' Blue, baby,
Things they just ain't right.
We should be Queens
We should have limosines
We should own the machines
Why for all these clownshoes
be fuckin with dynamite?
We could blow this town open
our powder's so dry
but we can't get a light
never mind a piece of the pie.'
Blue say, 'Girl I so hear what you say.'
an she picked up her dobro and began to play:

Silver Blue's Love Song for Troubled Girls

Baby don' go
Don' go again please.
It makes me cry, and it makes me wheeze,
Makes me sing the blues when
I'm really mad as hell.
Baby please don' go, and I'll never tell.

Baby come back
Baby come back please.
I'll buy you a new hat and a dipped Tastee Freeze.
I'll dress you in red and
undress you in black.
I'll sing you that tune if you'll only come back

Baby go 'way,
Go away from me please.
Don't want your true lies, don't want your disease.
Your engine blew out,
you took my last dime
Baby go way and stay gone this time.

November 2011

With apologies to the immortal Coal Black 

Header image: courtesy of The Steel Guitar Forum

Footer image: courtesy google image search

Incubus

Incubus

Late at night
when sleep's a joke
told for hours without a punchline
the incubus comes by.

It’s a wild

but comforting thing; the horns

hardly show and it knows

how to make the tail

so useful 

but sometimes

the goat eye slants

and pins me to the bed,

the cleft foot

burns where it walks

on my chest;

but still

I laugh like a fool 

for the nights

you come to me, brined with

memory, slick with salt.

June 2011

Companion piece to Incubus II,

Incubus III, and Incubus IV