I do not know what I am doing

Yank Hippy

Laughs and chuckles a man alike sits driving me next to him

Bouncing rolling down trouble filled alleys with booze and women cigarettes and pot for men like me

Bars and moon lights and stars psychedelic dreams of the New Orleans spirits who haunt my nightmares

4am walks down pitch black projects with foreign stares from darkness and others who wish the devil calling my name

Traveling through time one hotel after another and another

Couch surfing

Pot smoking in a strangers backyard

Living a life meant for free men like me and expelling the enslavers from my mind

Cranium filled with the memories of the ones who tried but lost

The ones who fell and were forgotten and never down trotten

Men alike and women gone wrong with insecurities who find me in dark bars surrounded by the ones

Your daddy and momma warned you about

The Yankee hippy boy who god fears

Joint in hand on the streets of Atlanta drinking beer free

Free

Never again imprisoned to the chains of those lost to me

Sinful tattoos

Austin to Warrenton

Panda express to refresh through hungry days for the adventure this October

Plugged up through travel and immobility with the birds in the clouds over hours

Commonality and society left behind in the carbon monoxide in the sky

No restraint left on my mind sucking up on ever vice and sin these shaking hands can feel all night

Screaming howling at the moon for more and more and more

On down the road hanging low with drinks from the night looming

With the next days debauchery coming

From the girls with gold between the girls and the boys thinking they bad walking slow

Down the road we go and go and go until the end of the earths reveal themselves exposing the free fall

I will ensue and pursue with sins tattooed on my back

Freedom in the night

I am out here on the road for the second day

Rolling on the bumps

Rivers running wild next to me

Danger looms all around this adventure that must be taken

Set forth beyond my control through the universe and fate that holds me tight

I do not know what tomorrow holds if it’s me or a stranger in a long embrace

Southern girls and country woman

Glammed up and done up

Slang and slurs among cigarettes and chew

Black and brown

Where is this going from here to forever, is a question unanswerable for me

I’ll just get in this shaking van do go onto the road their making along the bayou over swamps and old soldiers

Say avour to the chains and shackles and greet the freedom as she comes to me in the night

Freedom in the night

I am out here on the road for the second day

Rolling on the bumps

Rivers running wild next to me

Danger looms all around this adventure that must be taken

Set forth beyond my control through the universe and fate that holds me tight

I do not know what tomorrow holds if it’s me or a stranger in a long embrace

Southern girls and country woman

Glammed up and done up

Slang and slurs among cigarettes and chew

Black and brown

Where is this going from here to forever, is a question unanswerable for me

I’ll just get in this shaking van do go onto the road their making along the bayou over swamps and old soldiers

Say avour to the chains and shackles and greet the freedom as she comes to me in the night

The boulder's weight

At night I dream like a mad man with an ego noble like a hero in Tahiti and a lover in France

A junkie in Chicago but nothing at mornings end

Then I dream of the lingering love from a beautiful women draped in nothing but the glisten of her skin in the sun of mornings break over the hill

As she turns me with her morning voice subtle sweet raspy like that of a chronic smoker

I sink into the supple feeling of her bosom and the soft skin of her back as she meets me in sensuality

Only as lover can

Lighting up mary jane with the morning smoke covering us

Blanket wrapping us up and taking us to the heavens as she climbs me and the walls

As I wake once more she has left me

I labor and pain over the thought of her that stays with me like boulder trapping my feet

Unable to move

Angel in my bed

I lie in bed sleeping next to an angel who has me on my back

Reading playboy articles and she naked brown and smooth skin lay on me

Ecstasy fills the room wall to wall

Singing lullabies to me under the moonlight and stars like a million recorders found here for her and me

Puzzled and befuddled on the beauty blessed on me in this a wondrous night

I could never leave

I raise nothing but her on me as we meet again and again with nudity our only commonality

Giving me everything I need tonight and what more could there be in a life dream like this

Close lipped kissed and squeezing beneath me is the only I need and she

I lay my head down for the wake is a dream she was with me

Solitary bed is what I find myself in the morning of the rooster and hen

I find myself all day longing for the truth of her in my bed when I shut my eyes again tonight