Throw Back Road

Darkness fell on throw back road
 block and tackle could not lift
   spirits brought to bare
     naked bodies
everywhere—

stretch the rules of any given late night
shifting sands of time will tell
the truth be told—
earth wind and fire
 down below the belted waist
   paper basket
     case of beer.

No sense casting blame—
after all, who has time to kill anyway?
What bit of cracker twist was ever made
between spit and spittle
saved for the Blind man
demon possessed or half insane—

Run your raw bone fingers ragged
     across the jagged edge of dawn.
Slap the asphalt loam to lather,
cry for just one taste of hot ambition,
  sweetened by Guilt’s full measure.
You simply would not rest until
  you danced alone with Hatred’s Bile.

Put then to rest the naked railing,
 the bitter gray dog snarling teeth.
Lift mystery moon from lapping dust,
 dispatch to freedom Fame’s aural captives,
    who paint their souls like rain—like rust.