“SHARING A GIBSON WITH 

MARTIN LUTHER KING, Jr.”
LAMBCHOP

 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAi7-XKp8-k

All the leaves have turned to leather

I have lost faith in the spring

Withered like a dark balloon

Oh, I hear no robin sing

Ushered with the shower still

Oh, the rain falls off the leaves

And a rim of shady light

It forms these patterns on my hands

I can see your ring

Is it camouflaged or etched

Tell the king

To me this errand sent

To call such a hole

In the kingdom of the Lord

That we are afraid

Where there is no fear

Oh, he fell into a slumber

And did not wake until the dawn

To see a band of orange clouds

Cross the middle of the sky

Oh, he got into a fluster

He felt a tightening in his leg

With such finesse he waived a hornet

From a wine glass

And tiny fluffs of the feathered life
And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear
And what the fuck am I doing here?

In the ghettos of Chicago
Amid the poverty and despair
Inside the game hens
Were the giblets in a plastic bag

A cocktail which consisted
Of his gin and her vermouth
Garnished together with the pearl onions
Dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy light

Tiny fluffs of the feathered life
And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear