Life Before Death (The Mississippi sun canticle)by Jay Whitney

I am that ice lemonade on the hot wooden porch And you are that condensation Reminding me of what is waiting beyond the entrails of that mason jar A cool refreshing pleasurable satisfaction of my thirst See you are salacious and unreasonable like this hot Mississippi sun Your glare is like one of its rays gone astray Don' stared down on me way too long You pierced my outer shell I wanna take off these 'er clothes and escape you And at the same time bathe effervescently in your glory for I too am light feedin' ofa' light Heat feeding ofa' heat And I know you sho nuff I've watched you hunker down on this porch concentrating on the wood until it warped and became as crippled and decrepit as the cross Christ was crucified on Focusin' on paintchips and memories til there were no more memories or paint or wood left to blame or call old or ugly Only splinters of an old life that once was beautiful and me Sittin' rockin' splittin' some more Quenchin' my thirst of you Despising your vehemence while still baskin' in it... Aging.