Zerx Records & Press

4/10/2006

Poem

it's lightening , son
you don't want it close
it'll turn you cross-eyed
and evil, thirsty for
what the Lord can't provide
something down at
the bottom of the well
clarified, but
with hands grabbin at you
no, it's way too late for
the sign of the cross, brother
you best fire up that Pontiac
and burn rubber.

from " Avenida Ma├▒ana"