Monday, June 4, 2012

bakersfield blues



way too hot
flew too slow
nothing to drink
 nowhere to go
lying here by the side of the road
got the bakersfield dead bird blues

stone cold dead
rotted through
critters been eatin'
insects too
some bones left
yes, it's true
got the bakersfield dead bird blues

can you give me a hand?
bury me here?
send the news
 to ones so dear?
mark my grave
leave some clues.
got the bakersfield dead bird blues.






6 comments:

  1. Bakers's Field. I wouldn't wish it on my worst... well, ok, maybe some people...

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    1. i've always said i'd travel to just about anywhere. should have been more specific :)

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  2. never really been and I don't wanna go. Nice word-smithing rraine

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    1. mike, thanks. you're not missing a thing. well, the countryside is nice.

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  3. Amusing bit of black humor. Remember, before you bury the bird, put it in something airtight. Dirt alone's not going to stop the critters and insects.

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    1. thanks, kirk. i left the bird to decompose, ashes to ashes, muons to muons. (totally stole the muons part from a comic strip!)

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