chunky gravy ---1st draft

don’t take the lumps

                                out of my gravy, i say

don’t beat the lumps

                                out of my gravy

cause i’ve been craving baked potato

i’ve been craving dirt fruit

put something gritty on my plate

put some soil in my soul

thirty minutes in the oven

                                is eternal

and i’ve been craving rain on hot pavement

trees with thick leaves to hide me from the sun

i’ve been craving playground simplicity

i’ve been craving crystal balls that know it all

                                and never tell

so don’t take those lumps

                                out of my gravy

nope-nope-nope

don’t steal no lumps

                                from my gravy

                                cause i’m craving love

the kind that chases me down

so put both hands on the back of my neck

                when you kiss me

i’ve been craving moon landings

and endless human compassion  

the rehydration of the earth

streets alive, café windows full of people

faces full of smiles and mouths full of porkchop

                                (pass the gravy)

i’ve been craving wasting my time

in old blue cars on dirt roads

a magic stone to skip all the way to the other shore

stevie wonder’s superstition and my cherie amour

                                (pass the gravy)

that lumpy candy

cause i’m craving something chucky, something savory

                something funky

                                it’s not crazy

just means i’m hungry for more

or less, whatever blessing be for me

that desire

                                that earth-fire

put the fleet in my feet

put the hustle in my whistle

                                feed the soil to my soul

and pass the gravy