Razor Crazy

I’m so tired one of my eyes is twitching. I can’t make out wrong from right. It doesn’t matter anymore I am on the edge of this life and it is razor crazy. I have been up now for 72 hours thinking of nothing but Lucinda Williams. She is my hero. I can’t explain it but she speaks to me. I watch her website and dream of seeing her live, but I will never see her because I can’t leave my trailer. There are spooks outside that want to come in at night. The only way I can keep them at bay is by burning candles and playing Lucinda LP’s. I am sure if she could she would help me. But the spooks are smart. They work in shifts. Keeping me from sleep, the sorry bastards. The dogs are barking it can’t be good. It never it is. Spooks or cops…no difference. They all want a piece of me. I don’t fit in. I am subterfuge. I am a man from the low end of the gene pool. A thin piece of tin keeps a DMZ between them and me. I drop the needle on “Down Where the Spirit Meets the Bone” and cue up “Burning Bridges.” They subside and I melt. The *****. How can she do this to me? Leave me to face the apocalypse? I am burning bridges too. She should know that. Maybe I need to pray harder? I don’t think she is connecting to me. Damn it all. Why do I have phone? It’s ringing could it be Lucinda or my mother? I have my doubts…