Blues Man Ogre Hands Jr.'s Long Afternoon
paralysing heat
fingers merge with the neck
of a guitar
if I had it from the start I wouldn't know what it's like to not have it
selling his shoes to the devil
the devil now
walks
for the magic hairs on peach skin a 3 chord waltz
a tower of mosquitoes
and on the last one
we build a church
off in the distance a rumbling like the ultimate chord
trusting the creek
we believe in the man
who once stood still
when the chorus comes round again flay the goat
with trees attached to it
a holy place
becomes a phone book
that's the cure for rot turning the guitar upside down
on a nail in his third eye
the crow
he once was
come time come rain the bottle fills the bottle
in Area 51
the birth of
Almond Shaped Eye Blues
they all agree “it's like he wasn't even there”
by bridges
at crossroads and stations
Jr. leaves his signed hats
“Hark, ye angels, hookers and creeps Ogre Hands' Eternal Blues!”