Close Encounter with the Maker
Every day in every way
I commune with the Holy Spirit
Chalk-colored clouds
Blowing in the brazen breeze
As I walk through the licorice abyss
Challenging what is with what could have been
What was with what will be
Mixing love and pain
Loss and gain
My relationship with God and the wrongly slain
Opening my mind to blonde moons and crimson bane
Jesuit priests galloping through my veins
Yahweh riding shotgun
Multiplying the morning sun
Close Encounter with my Friend the Rock Star
(Dedicated to Fred Leblanc of the band Cowboy Mouth)
I once thought of you as prophet-like
The way you attacked those drums in that
Famous Southern rock band like raw meat
You seemed from another land
No problem making a stand
The transformation from overweight, unruly, rebellious
High school Sophomore to muscular lead singer and
Driving force behind the music made me weep in its
Innocence, simplicity and courage
The cassette you gave me with three songs you
Wrote, performed and recorded in your parent's home
Outside of New Orleans, LA all those 36 years ago
Forced me to question my existence
But the seeming end of our friendship
Over bruised ego and misunderstanding
These last three-and-a-half decades almost killed me
For you were so much more than a friend
You were inspiration, enlightenment and illumination personified
I stood in the power of your divinity like a younger brother
Searching for solace, sustenance, substance and style
Instead finding heartbreak, never ending depression and a
Piercing nervous breakdown at the end of your
Magical wizard's wand
There are but five short words left to utter:
I will always love you
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