Get on that shit horse and ride.
Jimmy Dick He-Haw Rose
rough rider on the american one horse highway
There goes my hero,
wife in hand
Taking his place in Heebs11,
riding his horse through the desert behind a piller of smoke and fire,
never quite made it to the Promise Land
Aren’t we all a little like Hee-ha Roser, hyootin sand?
Thot he was running from, never knowing where to,
somewhere lost between Elijah the Prophet and Steeley Dan
There’s not time enough, never alone enough, not loved enough
or purposed clear enough, there’s no jesus loud enough, no hell quite hot enough
to keep the men from micing,
lost though living, unto death
The curse and the promise that keeps him
leather faced, ten feet tall & bullet proof,
scared shitless, bored and directionless,
gone all goo in the heart of the chest.
weeping at a soft rain,
helpless for the helpless.
Aren’t we all a little like Jim Dick Rossy the wild ditch dog?
Hee-Haw James, six gun stallion, the Holy Mother Church
& the teeth of the heart?
There goes the dead prophet
raising bones by the circle K,
on his flaming horses, in his sleeveless tee,
in the dead of the day.
Get on that Shit Horse and ride.
Dead. He still believes.
Forgiven of drug abuse
and crimes against his family.
still believes,
knows he is loved- dead & buried,
Sifting through the earth in a Jesus grave-
in the whole jesus
the single touch
the whole love
perfect love
forgiver
believer
jesus, the sun,
holds Little Jimmy by the hand,
cradles him at his breast, wipes away tears,
loves him, hates him, bleeds him, is him.
forever a family
a light inside
and a door to walk through.
