Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
coachella is coming
drive out east near the crosshairs and prickle pears
where the heat is dry and the natives run things Ace high
on the way out east from the coast is where seasons end
and dreamers come to put a buck on a deserted piece of land
hoping one day soon the fault will stir
dropping CA into the water from San Diego to Big Sur.
on this trip out east the amplifiers will sound
the toe-head punks and emos abound
swilling 6 dollar beer and burritos and water
chasing the fishnets of indie's daughters
and i will be smiling laying still in the grass
watching waiting and waving, shaking my ass.