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"The Fall of the Unfiltered Camel Blues" by Doc

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I just want to drink whiskey
Smoke unfiltered cigarettes
And sing the blues

A man in the corner does it,
Sips his booze
Smokes his cheap smoke
Wails and moans
With his smooth wooden god

Wail and Moan
I know them well
Wail met me at a bar miles from home
She said hello
I took a sip
She said goodbye
I woke up with Moan

3 a.m.
God sits in my lap
Nothing but prayer from lips
Correction
Prayer but nothing

A old white man drives by in an old cadillac
A red hat and short white beard
An unrellenting African beauty in the back seat
The top is down
Slow country, with a hint of bluegrass
I've never seen such hollow eyes
I've never seen such beautiful cheeks

2:10 a.m.
My heart beats in my chest
My pen and paper in front of me
I sit on a couch
They sit on the table five feet away
Pacifico Clara, smooth yet bitter lager
Yellow, Mexican, ten dollars
Lazy man's whiskey
Not a priest's drink
Not in the South anyway

1:51 a.m.
An old chevy fires up outside my house
Must be mine
I hope they steal it
I don't know who to give it to anyway
The seat is held on by a broken shock
A piece of wood
And an old man with a strong tremor
Must be one of them new fangled diseases.

2:14 a.m.
Grand Funk Railroad
She's some kind of wonderful
Sweet little woman like mine
Can I get a witness

2:15 a.m.
All I want do is drink this nice Tequila
But I don't want to wake up this nice

2:16 a.m
All I want to do is drink this Whiskey
All I want to do is smoke this unfiltered camel
Turkish and domestic blend
So much history rapped up in this paper
Damn, it has a filter

2:21 a.m
Poured the whiskey
Lit the cigarette
I'll survive the filter
I didn't survive the search from the fire

All I want to do is drink whiskey
Till my throat doesn't feel it anymore

All I want to do is smoke these cigarettes
Until the whiskey smells like honey

All I'll do is play these blues
With my whiskey and cigarettes voice
Deep and hollow

And drive away with my gaunted cheeks
Smooth green eyes
And African beauty not in the back
But at my side.




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On Monday April 14th, 2008, colorapathy (63) writes:
incredibly fluid and interesting.. i love the way you have with words a slow twisting mellow driving form... I can't begin to describe properly.


On Sunday January 14th, 2007, Sin (1652) writes:
...this was amazing..sonny you are beyond talented and you flexed your muscles here and im in awe ~kristy


On Tuesday September 18th, 2007, Sin (1652) writes:
ahem...write more!!...please


On Tuesday December 19th, 2006, Step_20 (33) writes:
In the style of 'Catch 22' where synchronicity is skewed enough to draw attention to the fact that even the author (or main character) is unaware of when, why, or what they want. Very focused, but not without all of life's envy and distraction...bien.


On Saturday December 16th, 2006, urbanhumility (1325) writes:
deft and laced with lonley jazz........fluid and real.........so very well spoken........urban


On Friday December 15th, 2006, Possesion (192) writes:
"An old chevy fires up outside my house Must be mine I hope they steal it" gosh. make me punch you man. this is just good. i love you. this was smooth in one of those whishkey lullaby feelings.


On Thursday December 14th, 2006, Alanarchy (1615) writes:
This is a favorite. For fucks sake.


On Thursday December 14th, 2006, Guillotine (232) writes:
Damn but your writing amazes me. Filled with want and desire, yet melancholic and hollow. I like this a lot.



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