Delivering Peaches
To Those in Need
Well, off to Mars
I’ve seen the stars
Haven’t you?
Or are you lost in the weeds
Eating sunflower seeds
When a peach is better?
But that’s how it is.
You know it.
The Allman Brothers asked me
to show it.
So off to Mars I went,
my ’50 Chevy pickup truck
loaded.
Wouldn’t you?
If just to escape the heat
of Georgia in the summertime.
But remember, if you want a blue sky,
Mars ain’t it.
Take a hit
of some fuckin’ shit
And then, my friend,
get lit.
That’s how I ended up on Mars
but what the hell do I know?
Slow go, Mr. Shmoe,
And rock it
way down low.
Rock it, don’t shock it.
Hit it with them leafy springs.
Kiss it
Don’t miss it
Let me see your scene
We’re all lost in space
Though we pretend we’re not.
I ain’t a bot
though you might not believe me.
And people on Mars
all arrived with mason jars
filled with sweet sweet juice
And peaches.
So don’t get unhappy.
The sky is blue
Except on Mars
where I hear it’s pink.
And that’s why they need peaches
to contain all that pink
and remind them of the old days
Skatin’ down an ice cold rink,
Transparent shoes hot to the touch
Looking at stars
Lost to the sea
And here we are
Just you and me.
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One time I decided to stop rhymin’
But don’t do that.
It fucks with your time-in’
And if I had a hundred dollars
my mind would go to hollers
spitting out my bluegrass
and smelling a soft southern pine forest
Dreaming in the wind.
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© “John” Lesly Levin 2024
