Like soupy handfuls of river mud
Slung against a wall
My words splatter and spread
And slide to the floor
Fragrant, dark, and heavy loam
I feel the coarse silkiness between my fingers
There is something in the mix
But it refuses to hold a shape
Rather, my words form the banks
And contain the currents flowing through me
Fertile, deep, cool, and rich with promise
Yet they dissipate and have no force if removed from the flow
So for now, toes dug deeply into the ooze
I will sit and listen to the water
And the frogs and the buzz of my River
Playing in the mud and making mudpies
Some times it’s just like that
Comments
5 responses to “Makin’ Mud Pies – Live”
Slow and cool
I love that guitar groove. Works well with your voice – almost a slow Hill Country Blues style like RL Burnside and Junior Kimbrough.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lm06GowX3gU
Glad to hear you performing again. Would like to hear the vocal up in the mix though. Great lyric/poem.
🙂 thank you brother.
I will work in the vocals
You all were more in the “groove” on this one. 😀 Very sultry… 😉