For Dwayne

I was shamed slowly
by the eyes of the dusk
Dreaming star-struck on the jolly tides
on thoughts of goose field
Where cockle women lie harshly
and all the whitewashed lovers lie and dance

Ring the alarm

As the world turns

In all my days of life

For all my children

Live with passion

My edge is apparent

By the eyes of the drunk swallow

I call on the heavens for help

I’m on the edge

Yes I be that cockle woman

Ring the alarm

As the world turns

In all my days of life

I’m on the edge

Random life

In the chimney of memory the symbols swim 

Your memory will have holes concerning the material

As we sit under the ancestral trees

And unconscious symbols of nature's self-reliance

Will hunt and haunt

U can pray for 30 days but life won’t let go

Get a book and read

Drink a jar of red kool-aid

While love is on the way

Let it go

And let the sun pass you by

In the chimney of life

You want what I want

So what we gonna do

Do bout the truth

What life holds on the edge