Flee with the wind

‘As the crow flies 
 ridin’ trains with magpies
birds jealous, know why?
just because my view’s high.
Pick a pail o’ maggot dust
where to spread? here, I trust
The dirt is wet, I’m dryin’ out
my sight, my soul is cryin’ out
sell me hope, skip the rope
scrub my sins with lawdy’s soap
Wait now, are ya there?
Insane, gotcha where?
Leave me blind in the light,
write until I get it right
with the wind
with the wind
 Flee with the wind, my friend.
 - El Cuad 2012

Artwork by Rui Ricardo http://www.rui-ricardo.com/