an angry storm to wash away the sins of the dirty south.
the palm trees bent and the salty waves crashed.
the birds tumbled through the relentless wind and the chads hung no more,
they flew and were set free.
talking heads in weathergaurded parkas and microphones stood beachside and reported the oncoming bonnie and pissed off charley while back in the studio the doplar radar animated the ominus two front attack
but it was the lord at work
mother nature the pagans called him but he never cared much for names
bonnie curved like a kerry wood screwball, swirling west at new orleans but then swerving east where real sin sat
home of the lame
anita bryant, broward county, jeb bush, butterfly ballots
the state that offered exile to steve bartman but kicked out elian.
the alligators snap at the evil and shit out tax free palm trees but all the coke in kokomo cant make things better again
all the buried and forgotten tony montona cockroaches have risen again like junkie zombies taking the form of government officials and judges who try to make us believe that black people in their county overwhelmingly voted for patrick j. buchannan.
burn hollywood burn
hollywood florida that is
and by burn i mean of course soak.
soak in the silky suds of salvation, you,
our least sunshiney state.
the swamp where dreams and democracy died.
“blow wind blow”
by tom waits
from frank’s wild years
I ride upon a field mouse
I was dancin’ in the slaughterhouse
And if you swing along the beltway
You skid along the all day
Cause I went a little crazy
And I sat upon a high chair
And I’m smokin’ like a diesel
Way out here
And if you’ll blow wind blow
Wherever you may go
Put on your overcoat
Take me away