Breaking Ground

Breaking Ground

Somewhere just-past-halfway

through the Carolina Pee Dee

Angel Oaks start fading

to forever-and-evergreen

passing hookers dragging menthols

on the Florence Amtrak yard

old headaches fade to afterthought

after bettin’ on a little dream


Now I’m pleading to my Holy Mother and I grovel to my Fallen Father

And I’m chanting to my new fa-vo-rite sa-vi-or of the week

The ante is up and I’ve emptied my cup

As a groggy sun forces a good morning peek


Now I’m crying on the screaming tracks that I’m hearing

Tottering between There and Here

I’m spying on the Teeming Coast through a clearing

Now the coast is finally close to clear


Baybee, this train’s gunnin’ right for Penn Station

Baybee, this beatnik is Big-City-bound

Maybe our dreams have the same destination

Baybee, I’m still barely breaking ground



Rainclouding and growling loudly over Richmond

Swollen and snarling and steaming at the seams

Father Time is still ticking but he’s tocking in Gibberish

Mother Earth watercolors with her Piney Wood Memories


Now I’m crying on the screaming tracks that I’m hearing

Tottering between There and Here

I’m spying on the Teeming Coast through a clearing

Now the coast is finally close to clear


Baybee, this train’s gunnin’ right for Penn Station

Baybee, this beatnik is Big-City-bound

Maybe our dreams have the same destination

Baybee, I’m still barely breaking ground




Magic beads for my frantic fingers

Manic thoughts on my frenzied beads

I’m Crossing and crossing, I’m apple McSaucing

On needles and pins in my varicose knees

Jesus, I’m pushing, I’m burning I’m blushin’

Oh-blah-dee-fuckin-dah

I’m self-help-bookin, I’m top-shelf-yookin’

for that Kool-aid kumbaya

PG-13 sci-fi lurking

I’m a zombie on the prowl

Holdin’ my hair piece, come push in my chair, please

Can I buy a vowel?


[Insert nasty harp solo]


Roundabout DC, careening toward Baltimore

Sleepy sunset smolders softly somewhere to my left

Mother nature smears her greens back into browns

Fallen Father Time finally takes His final rest


And I’m crying on the screaming tracks that I’m hearing

Tottering between There and Here

Now I’m spying on the Teeming Coast through a clearing

Now the coast is finally close to clear


Baybee, this train’s gunnin’ right for Penn Station

Baybee, this beatnik is Big-City-bound

Maybe our dreams have the same destination

Baybee, I’m still barely breaking ground

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