psychedelic redneck

by D.B. Cox

 

aging without grace
wearing his hat
pulled low over one eye
splitting the world in half

maintaining his spot
on the statistical fringe
fiddle-fucking with the envelope
of the psychiatric bell curve

pondering
his lost investment in paradise
old lies falling away
with every day that passes

caught between
walls of sameness
a whiskey wilderness
inhabited by

alcoholics
blood-bank whores
would-be motorcycle misfits
phony war veterans-

concocting tales
of rockets red glare
& tree-topping f-4 phantoms
afterburners screaming
like texas tornados

one graying blues man
loiters in the shadows
reeling under the weight
of too much input

looking for the hush
at the center
of the honky tonk universe

 

© 2006 D.B. Cox

D.B. Cox is a blues musician/poet from South Carolina. His writing has been published in Zygote In My Coffee, Remark, Underground Voices, Thunder Sandwich, Dublin Quarterly, Aesthetica, Bonfire, Gator Springs Gazette, Heat City Review, My Favorite Bullet and Open Wide Magazine. He has three books: “Passing For Blue” (published by Rank Stranger Press), “Lowdown” and “Ordinary Sorrows” (published by Pudding House Publications) available on the publishers' websites.