SONG OF THE DAY: Long Haired Country Boy (chopped, split, stacked)

I got purple on my purple, burning purple confederate flags with purple stars on purple bars, 69 stars on the new ol’ glory, lime green and purple stripes, as the fuchsia stars swipes do glare. Wearing my crown made eternal redbud blossoms, I drive a pink primered low rider Chevy pick-up truck along the edge of the flat Earth, no guardrails anymore, because the world ended 100 miles back. “A rich man goes to college, a poor man goes to work…” I bridged the difference and done did both, first generation arts bachelor, thousandth generation sad sack with dirt on my god. But I’m filling the yard with metallic flowers and capturing poem spirits in bottles I found in the woods along the river that the kayak-havers know about on the weekends, but not on a Monday evening when it’s too hot to do shit but sit in the shade and hope the wind blows hard enough to make the metallic flowers spin in the yard. “If you don’t like the way I’m living, you just leave this long beard country boi alone…”