sweet vidalias (house of pain)

sweet vidalias on the grill

house of pain in the window

sitting on the porch-boards

old rusty lawn chair

sipping from the bottle

stars in the sky

fresh cut grass

and singing oh my my

and the cat in the window too

now

meowing out loud

and the stars started falling all around

slow motion spinning

finally the world was still for

just a brief moment

and i caught it but...

there’s

work left to do

‘miles to go...” or whatever

and a part of me is

trippin’

‘pack it up

pack it in’

i could get in 

the car and hit the highway

making a living

sanding surfboards in cali

or playing hip hop acoustic

on the beach

in maui

‘battle me,

thats a...’

nice thought

-nothing but the world

coming knocking

but i am here

banging away

no rest

for the

real men

and here i go

again

‘i came to win’

so sleep is a sin

or so i was told

long before

i got old

so,

here we go....