Once upon a time in a town far far away

There lived a man,

Rocket Morton of the junior variety.

He stood about 5'10 and a half inches,

Could wail the weirdest tales.

Five years went by and nobody had heard his name.

He walked back in all trim and bearded.

A man among men, telling tales of Texas and Island Paradises,

Crazy long-haired natives and paralysis.

He used a brush like a big flat spoon

Feeding the canvas fruits and nuts and huge fat naked women,

Faceless and wanton for nothing.

Big bulbous butts and empty bottles of Red Stripe.

A deep dark clown to be saved and used over and over,

Always there,

Always refreshed,

He would be on the top of everyone's list.

He hooked and spawned creating fire and life

In a little square shack he ruled with tribal dignity,

Just enough to make things real.

He would play like jazz in an open air auditorium,

Smiles all around.

I can't remember a time when we didn't laugh.

I can't remember any anger,

Only the warmth set aside for brothers and friends.

He would sing my verses like no other,

Could see through my rantings,

And even praise them.

"Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke"

I am his little brother but, he looks up to me.

We Miss You,