I'm stuck in a room   your stare won't flatter   I'm easily amused   it doesn't matter      out growing your old friends soon   I'm pulling through, I'm pulling through   strike me on the jaw, jumbo eggs crack   lay your head sideways, lay your head sideways   place your head around my neck   and hope for blackening sky      bootleggers pork and beans   floods flooding rubber boots   like dennis hoppers dreams   the feathers fly from cock fights   by the spice factory door   it smells like a hot curry   and christmas tamales are tied with a yellow string   and the smell reminds me of, the smell reminds me of   the markets full of cages with chickens and ducks   the barrels of eels they are flooded out at twelve inches   those glasses they are to big for my head   and someone elses boots, they are hurting my feet   the salt and pepper head said   my lopsided chin beard it grows by itself   the collard, kale and swisschard are grown to feed   swollen river prison camps   hand made grave marks the spot where you lay   and three brown teeth are left in your head   tracks do divide, tracks do divide, tracks...