Rollin & Tumblin
Sat ,12/06/2010The Street Breathes hacksaw rhythms
Young girls check for signs of menstruation
Door stop mavens say God ain’t dead
He’s just in the South of France sunning
He’ll be back and as soon as he finds his scepter
European Kings trying to make a comeback
Tout inbred genes and palace intrigues
Every Thursday night right after “The World ain’t got no talent”
Cancer genes rise and float on amorphous clouds
Laughing and giggling
Consulting with the oracle of the damned
before descending on Joe the mailman
Two weeks away from retirement.
Me?
I’m just Rollin & Tumblin
Rollin & tumblin
Wonderin
If the Gods have Gods
Dreamers vomit up yesterdays
Prepackaged
In standard belief patterns
Strands of innocence
Find no purchase
evaporates
Lonely motes
Dusting Gaia’s weary bones
Me?
I’m just Rollin & Tumblin
Rollin & Tumblin
Wonderin
If the Gods believe in their Gods
Fire red blood
paint a landscape
Only I can see
Softened by the gentle blue of stillborn babies
Mouths frozen in perpetual why
Brides dressed in white
With pungent piss stains
Running down sequined trains
Promise immaculate conception
to well oiled machines
Me?
I’m just Rollin & Tumblin
Rollin & Tumblin
Wonderin
If Gods can be atheist
or are they just
Rollin & Tumblin
Rollin & Tumblin






