I deposited my last despot in a fog bank.
Air filled my lungs like a dog pillow.
I chased my tail until I fell exhausted
Like a good idea at the advent of a paradigm shift.
I lit out for the west coast with Jesus Christ
Who at that time, if you can remember,
Was referring to himself as “The Friend of God.”
Admittedly, there was some heavy shit going down
And if I had been half the man I wanted to be
Then it would have taken twice the effort
To spare him the rod and spoil that child.
Now? I’m still in the market for a knife
Its handle like a Hurst shifter
Five speeds forward and five more in reverse
Where one day I hope to run into myself;
Then that blade might come in handy