Can't Find Home- a collaborative poem with a friend

[_Shannon_]

Can't Find Home

Liquor has started tasting
much more like home,
filling in all the holes.
I have nowhere left to go.

Grease your guns today,
effects unbound by your belongings.
It was too many decisions ago,
when we laughed like this.
There aren't any saviours.
and there ain't no saving left.
There's just me and you alone
smoking too many cigarettes.

I might as well be alone,
coulda just leaked outside.
I've done heard this song before,
it was my mama out the door.
That bluesman moans on my radio,
Giving me all the words
that get swallowed down in whiskey,
and ache inside my throat.

I'm a man's man, howling out
some sounds, could just be words.
I'll cut you for sourmash,
so darling come on home.
A bird outside the bedroom
belts out lonely songs all night.
I curse him in the blackness,
what the hell went wrong with this life?

Knew it was a joke last time,
just satire and fumbling for years.
Thought I was tired, but that was illusion
created in my inside so I could die.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I enjoyed the country & western diction though I wasn't sure whether to take it seriously or as parody. I'm curious (if you care to enlighten us) whether A wrote the whole of her or his version & then B filled in his or her responses or it was AB, AB, all the way through?

[_Shannon_]

Well I was totally, completely stuck and just couldn't write anything. I had the first 4 lines...and just sat there for hours with nothing. I sent my friend a text begging for the next 4 lines to help me get unstuck. We texted back and forth the rest of the afternoon. He is a songwriter and has a seemingly endless stream of poetry in his head. We've been working on a blog together. I think linking is against the rules here? But I can PM it to you.

Not parody...we're just a bunch of rednecks. LOL!

[_Shannon_]

There's a vid here (to prove the redneck authenticity...lol!): http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_8767308
Lead singer is who wrote with me. He's one of my best friends. Bass player is who is gonna do some collaborative stuff with me.

OOh! Ohh! And, guess what? Another friend of mine who has a studio had me read a poem, and totally laid down beats and music to it. Hopefully when it's fully edited, I can post it.