The Outpost Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

It don't matter to me what you think,
Cause the jukebox always plays same song twice.
It don't matter to me what you believe,
Cause my hearts riding on rainbows end.

I feel like I'm fading.
On a distant road where my skies are blue,
And I'm confused,
Without that love that I once had with you.

I can still remember making love at the outpost,
We had fun at the Doo Dah Parade,
I was your buffoon,
You were my lady,
My hillbilly lady.

Then one day the bottle gave way,
lost my way,
Yeah I lost my way,
Like a junkie in trouble that prayed.

Prayed to uncle Jack,
Prayed to Miss Mountain Dew,
Cried myself to misery,
One with a gallant creek.

Then one rainy day,
I ran, ran like rabid dog,
In search of shelter,
For I knew I was in trouble,
A sober blow of madness.

There she was.
Red, white and blue.
Shining on me,
like a spotted owl on grout bay.

So I picked up a gun,
And shot myself.
But I didn't die,
I didn't die.

Gods grace revived me,
He revived me,
Yeah he revived me,
Once again.