DOWN WITH A GUZZLE
Bring on the blotter to soak up a philosophy
That will keep me one step ahead of grief
Disciples who may be worthy of respect
Have left me high and dry on the outskirts
It is a wonder that I did not have a coronary
With an ex-wife hauling away my buttons
In a parallel universe that purrs if discovered
I missed the last off-ramp before the desert
Could dry up all of my liquid courage
That was intended for one of my last nightmares
It is Vegas baby with chicks screaming
For a full-length mirror to muffle my stares
A road turned churchly mid-stream down guzzle
I could no longer play the pioneer rum poet
While coyotes were painting mustaches on the moon
I had to be a real mother and push
My adolescent prayers into the side-pocket
As the sun did its best disappearing act
Behind a mountain of rum bottles thickening the air
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