MESCALITO
Cracking whips awake the quiet sea of dreams
steel blue waves peel across the razor sharp reef
black mambas slither, accentuating her grief
towards the otherworld, her soul careens
The nightingale inquires , Where have you been?
as he scales prison walls, constructed of fools gold
free at last of dire dungeons, open skies to behold
on cats feet he escapes Her Majestys Pleasure mean
The peacock struts, demands, What have you seen?
as the wild boy treads the lost road of rebel souls
feline, across the grass-plot his heart sings and tolls
leaving behind the carnage of penal colony obscene
Like a jaguar in the jungle he bounds into a secret garden
there did Voltaire hunger and quest in search of Eldorado
as the plum tree did dance in the wind screaming, bravo
the big cat outruns the handcuffs and rifles of men
On intoxicating mescalito drinks does he now feast
the perfumed air of thrall girl excites and lingers
the sands of time run through his bejeweled fingers
lest he become a revenant, as the moon rises oer the east
The thrall girl on a stringed instrument does play
guides him away from the realm of the dead
he drunk on heady wine and cannabis bread
the warrior is fated not to die on this divine day
Once they flattered and deceived in order to betray
fawned and smiled to plunder and stab him in the back
the reef is dotted with sea urchins of claret and black
from chains his soul is saved as the thrall girl does pray
