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Vineyard Blues
Oh, was there ever a tale of such woe, a tale of music, lust, and revelry! Of Juliet and her mad Romeo when the reggae drums put a spell on me. In his yen for Herbs and thirst for the vine Romeo joined the queue full as a tick – and drank the poison, the sweet feijoa wine but it was like a mule with twice the kick. On the grapes of wrath I was a tragic fool, and I felt that kick of that angry mule. All I want when I from this world am gone is that men say he died with his boots on. In the hot sun and spinning clouds above his heart quickened for her underbreath. Their destiny a cursed forbidden love and sweet wine a taste of bitter death. On leaving he rolled flatlining in a ditch - “I beg you, leave me here…I wanna die!”. Later with a skinful too numb to twitch slumped in a bathtub hungover to dry. On the grapes of wrath I was a tragic fool, and I felt that kick of that angry mule. All I want when I from this world am gone is that men say he died with his boots on. Written: July 2008
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