With Jesus In Jacksonville : poem by pd lyons


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With Jesus in Jacksonville

hitting the bars with the stars

bumped into each other and got sacramental

after last call out in the rain

wished hard for a car with out a locked door

found a blue n white Bel Air

rolled up a Jerusalem

fixed on a higher power

blasted our way out of there

out on some twisted ridge

black sky glittering we wandered

found ourselves counting stars

with our eyes so far away

when the cops finally showed

we didn’t even have to run

And we both wished we could do something

cut our hands

some kinda ritual

something to keep things at bay

something to swear all that we done

would still be so in the light of day

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