RALWUS & ME: Ode To My Lil' Knockemstiff Honey
By: Ralwus & Wayne Brown
This is yet another conversation between me and Charlie Campbell as we continue sitting on the deck and trading stories. Thanks, Charlie…and enjoy!
Now I'll tell you a thing . . .
that radio over there playing
a dirge for a
faded cowboy
a bottle calling
me from
your cooler
over there
we're gettin' close on
to morning now and
i have fulfilled
my lucky years
i hear the phone now;
can't be for me, but
it could be the wife
perhaps to
speak with you Wayne?
i think i would
tear out the heart
of anyone who
would spoil this
moment
special for
an old fukker,
this
god has
given me
now as he pines for
his girl i took
to wife,
and again
as the dark shapes
out there quake
like a black panther
just out of
water
as i rise to
walk, to
piss off this deck
in wonder of
this irony.
Now, I’ll tell ya what I’m thinkin’…
there ain’t too many
like her out there
she lingered only briefly
in my life
hard memories in my skull
a twitch in my jeans
whiffs of her perfume
haunt my mind
legs like ice cream
Toes to tops
wrapped round my back
as if wanting to stay
least for a while
her eyes, tranquil pools
light dancing across their blue
quivering in her presence
unbelieving I was in her bed
feeling unworthy her touch
warmth enveloped my shy lust
creamy soft skin
nurturing my hungry
clay in her hands only to be shaped
longing to be her prince
glass slipper hand
to anchor her to my bed
to my life.
here and gone too soon…
wind dancing round corners
forceful, twisting, turning to calm
calm signaling her departure
calm marking my loss.
i long for her return
to the cool sheets
enveloping me in her wings
just once more
like the last drop of water
the last morsel of bread
i savior her memory as i lie alone.
she was my lil’ Knockemstiff Honey…
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