Lost in a burning field of grapes
one by one the rows set fire heading for my heels
is it the season or the destruction
the imbalance the chemical disfunction
is it the precondition and the ones that won’t listen
a black sheep she longs to be buried in the beauty of gods creation
the pureness of the soil, the sweetness of the fruit
did jesus add the ethanol? did jesus add the ethanol?
i’m want this glass like i want love, like i want sex
like a human needs for one thing or another
this is a long road, a path i need to discover
many ushering me in one way with guilt and judgement
fear runs our lives. live in the moment. and in this moment i chose to write what’s poisoning me and the glass in hand makes it possible to do so.
this is freedom. tell me where else and i will seek it.