The ghost of my brother dwells here.
Autumn shadows chill with rain and melted frost.
Silence is Alaska's gift, but she can kill you.
The compass points south toward New Orleans.
A decadent world of freaky, fractured, fairy tales.
Polarizing politics buzz in the ether as I simmer, scented stock.
I'm coming home every moment.
Arriving to help.
Leaving to change. That's what I got
Tell me about this southern sweat.
Melting in your creamy moistness.
I’d like to make a bet.
About doing time down here.
I explore your kisses on my lips.
As stars explode in tastes of sweets.
A distant voice I see.
Colorful people I hear.
Deep goodness of the great.
Slave to life Mississippi Magnolia.
So good to know ya.
Daylight still mornings with intoxicating
jasmine, gardenia and honeysuckle.
Mississippi Magnolia.
Delighted to know ya.
Happily blessed to recognize this
crazy, old place on a bend in the river.
Let’s do it again.
Mississippi Magnolia so glad to know ya.
Mississippi Magnolia so glad to know ya.
