Bayou Boy
Copyright 2010 Adam Rudegeair

C’mon suck on one of my candied yams,
I'll take you for a ride to the Yam Man’s land,
Fire and swamp, potent combination,
Reveal unto you the forgotten location
Of ancient ancestors, left to fester,
Sending out tendrils of mind-vines,
Sequestering your deepest thoughts,
Rooted in the marrow of time, now watch the helix unwind,
And reconfigure --
A ticking time bomb with a chemical trigger.

Their sinuous influence insinuates quick,
Tenaciously the tentacles grip,
Reality’s tenuous grasp begins to slip,
Blowing out the cobwebs of what you knew to be true,
Then you find the green overtaking the blue.

Collective primordial, bleeding lime cordial
Watchful eye on the world since time immemorial
The ravager rages, as they lie nascent,
Countin’ the ages till the scourge grows complacent
Like grabbin’ for apples,
You grapple for control,
Pieces of Earth being bought and sold,
And you won’t be told, won’t see till you’re trapped in the cold
Snap of a new ice age, but I’m the wolf in the fold.
A grand soul of old, covered in mould,
Gon’ uphold the bold, through sap, sweat and tears,
Acid rain wash ‘n’ burn away all your fears.
Displace your headspace, swamp water burns like mace,
Erase your ego’s imprint, efface your sapien self,
You may be man’s effigy, but your wealth grows from the last vestige of the venerated,
From beneath the bayou, primeval law reinstated.
My gatur eyes gaze into the mangroves of morality weed,
And the oil spews black at the heart of the bad seed.

You eat my fruit, you dry out my leaves and then,
Pulp up my body for the papers you smoke em in.
Once I tried to nurture you…
Now the screams of your ‘collateral damage’ call me to the rescue.
I’m the last echo, the voice of swamp justice,
I made the moss and the ebony clusters.
I’m the field you grew your greens on ,
I can burst the bubble you built all your dreams on.
I’m the chill you felt down your spine,
I made the grapes, you got drunk on the wine.
I’m the one who slithered over your grave,
I’m the memory of a planet enslaved.

So now I rise through the liquid suspension,
Synchronicity maelstrom defies comprehension.
I burst through the clay like a bubble into the concrete tangle,
I’ll turn your cities to jungle, encircle the earth like a bangle.
Choke your buildings with the fungal attack,
Hippie never seen a mushroom like this!
Block out the sun, while you run, I’ll get my photosynthesis!
We are the verdant vigilantes, drop down like the dew,
Dig my swamp juju, I’ll be your green guru.
And when we return from this magic garden ride,
You’ll be filled with jubilation,
Flashes of green before your sleepy eyes,
And remember…
One day all this green will be a pigment of your imagination.

Now get your green groove on.