My Soul Won't Rest

Death is imminent
Sooner or later
     my time will come
     to lay in the dirt
My ticket called
     to finally rest at the
     feet of my maker

I will not cross
     I must write
          My soul won't rest

I'll sit on the cracked steps of
     Stalin era barracks in
     Khabarovsk
Smoking supernatural joints with
     the displaced souls of
     Perestroika, telling their story
     while perched upon the dacha's 
     roof

I will not cross
     I must write
          My soul won't rest

I'll stand on the mighty walls of the
     United States Disciplinary Barracks
     Fort Leavenworth Kansas
Staring at what used to be, writing about
     how souls of suicidal guards and
     hung prisoners now play cards together
     knowing their differences so small
     in eternal existence

I will not cross
     I must write
          My soul won't rest

I'll hang on the street corner
Anjung-Ri
     where two handicapped
     prostitutes stand braving
     the elements for bread
I want to be there to document when
     black angels come for their pimp
     who braves the elements from a 
     distance and not as they

I will not cross
     I must write
          My soul won't rest

I want to sit on the tin roof
Hill View Trailer Park
     contemplating what time
     was then and what time
     is now
Why so many are gone and why
     my soul so restless in the afterlife
     stays
Childhood stories burn my hands in fury
     sets my paper ablaze

I will not cross
     I must write
          My soul won't rest

I'll walk the beaches of Depot Bay
Springtime, air so cool
     the rememberance of a past
     romance and the beginning of
     my offspring
Wondering what went right and what went
     wrong while enjoying the moment
     without regret
And write I the times of bliss

I will not cross
     I must write
          My soul won't rest

I'll find my father
     in the cabin of our past
We'll sit quietly in the wilderness
     smoking Cubans and sipping
     gentleman's whiskey
Eyes searching for answers
Patiently wading through intentions
     and remorse
When the time is right, we work a
     few things out
Writing about what could have been
     and what will be

I will not cross
     I must write
          My soul won't rest