Classic Soul

waves bursting my eyes in whips
around whirls a pain in my heart
burns the peach in me (happy the vagabond
bursting of my bleeding skull)

& in like a hurricane weeping in my head
like i feel my down craving is like a scarecrow
but a scarecrow screaming into a werewolf
in a blender bleeding
tempest shrieking around

eyes blazing down, the heart of a star
i crave relief from the sun pounding bleeding pain
in my skull & from brain to bleach
around & beneath your storm
(my storm, my release)

under the boardwalk
down by the sea
i’m just going to sit here
& let myself be