Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Drylongso: a man named Joe, Mr. Brown wrote to sing,
a woman, Caldonia, or Cleo like a queen who lost
what’s left of her name,
or something some mama made up
or my mama passed down to me. Some men just got an initial.
Or a certain way they push the air around them
To make a name for themselves.
Drylongso: poised between the cruel elements,
And the deep blue heat of unloving law.
Drylongso: a throwback to who we used to be,
Who we dreamed when we dreamed as one drum.
Drylongso: lonely as all get out
Big as all outdoors, the disappointment piling up like snow.
Drylongso: This blue heat brings a blues that trembles
in the teeth, a wisdom wondering when will come
Replenishment, retribution
Too much to hope for, isn’t it
After all this shit?
