Another kind of blues

I had that good-time feeling in my gut where something bigger than me matters. And it's true. There is a higher card in the rounds tonight. Should I be so fucking human to think otherwise. I will take inventory in what I know: I love two women: my mother and Patti HER. They are the all-know, be-all, end-all of that which shapes me. I have pledged my allegiance, anybody who comes after better recognize. I have contracts in blood and my blood's blood. I won't stop. I don't know how to stop. I can see the brilliance of eternity looming the way things loom. I will be steadfast with my tourniquet. I will pump where the artery allows. I will fall from grace when grace desists. I will live by the Litany. I will accept the charges on a good call. I do not wish to change anything about me. I can only hope my eyes open when the alarm blares. I will do right. I can only wish everything revolved around the 2-4-1. Jesse-assisted shenanigans. No other way.