random butter - Orso

I’m stuck in a room

Your stare won’t flatter

I’m easily amused

It doesn’t matter

Out growing your old friends soon

I’m pulling through, I’m pulling through

Strike me on the jaw, jumbo eggs crack

Lay your head sideways, lay your head sideways

Place your head around my neck

And hope for blackening sky

Bootleggers pork and beans

Floods flooding rubber boots

Like dennis hoppers dreams

The feathers fly from cock fights

By the spice factory door

It smells like a hot curry

And christmas tamales are tied with a yellow string

And the smell reminds me of, the smell reminds me of

The markets full of cages with chickens and ducks

The barrels of eels they are flooded out at twelve inches

Those glasses they are to big for my head

And someone elses boots, they are hurting my feet

The salt and pepper head said

My lopsided chin beard it grows by itself

The collard, kale and swisschard are grown to feed

Swollen river prison camps

Hand made grave marks the spot where you lay

And three brown teeth are left in your head

Tracks do divide, tracks do divide, tracks…