One Man

By Andy Copeland



I sleep, the world is turning

I wake, my mind is burning

Through my life I’m always learning

Don’t follow every yearning


I’ve almost seen Satan’s face

And I heard all ’bout Jesus’s grace

I’ve been everywhere between, seen

All the sights that can be seen and


I can tell you not to follow

Everyone’s advice

‘Cuz no one thinks



I’m in the world around me

The sights and sounds surrounding

Did you hear the music sounding?

I can feel my heart a-pounding and


I just know I need a fix

I throw it into my daily mix

My mamma taught me right from wrong but

Here I am, singing this song and


I just don’t know where I’m gonna go

But it ain’t too good and that’s for sho’

Ain’t too many roads for me to take; and

I don’t know how far one man can make


Off a Camel Wide

By Andy Copeland

Sometimes, when I smoke a cigarette
The tobacco so bold
Smoke so smooth
I take my drags sparingly
You see, the nicotine
My buzz
Delivers my blood
With separate


By Andy Copeland



You told me

Nothing is permanent

Nothing is set in stone–

Except for the things that are set in stone–

But even then,

There are no guarantees

I got a tattoo

The needle marked my skin


It will not wash away

Forever marked

Yesterday I discovered it

When did I get it?

One day I found it

Grey measures of music

Strung together one-by-one

In a spiral


My music


Round my heart

Round my soul

It glows:

An uncontrollable,

Omnipresent light

Emitting from within me



By Andy Copeland


It’s Jimi’s birthday

Don’t forget what he showed us:

Rock & roll–blues art

Put the Fox Out

By Andy Copeland


Now come on, brash boy with heated blood

Tell me what you’d do in the name of love

Show me how far you’re willing to go

Because, that lady over there, she wants to know


You see, she digs you and she thinks you’re real fine

But I know better than to make her mine

She’s an evil lady; she’ll cut you open

Leave you with a desire to do nothin’ but dopin’


When you wake in the morning, she’ll be gone from your bed

Goin’ to work to keep another man fed

And in the evening, when you’re in the mood

You’ll find she puts on a whole different attitude


Oh, she’ll look you in the face and respect you like a man

But I guarantee you she’s got another plan

She’ll completely expend you like a worn-out tool

Leave you alone and crying like some down-and-out fool



She’ll keep coming back since you forgive her so well

Bringing havoc to your life, like a demon from hell

She smiles and dances, she says she done nothin’ wrong

But when you’re not around she sings a different song


I’ll tell you what to do; there’s only one thing, son

Lest you go psychotic and look for a gun

Don’t worry ’bout manners and don’t consider class

Just put the fox out on her little ass


By Andy Copeland


The quiet whirring of the fan


Into my reality

As the dark

Behind my eyelids

Is replaced

By the darkness

In front of me

Last I remember,

I fell



Into the cushions of this couch

But now my head is clear

My blood is clean

And my mouth is dry

It’s out

People around me snore

While my wretched withdrawal ensues

I rise

Stuff a cigarette in my mouth

The staccato flick

Of my Bic

My soft stirrings bring the dog by

Feet underneath me now,

My secret sneak starts

Socks silently sliding along the wood

Everyone slumbers tonight

But I’ll see the sun when it comes up


April 2013

Some Days

By Andy Copeland


Some days are care-free

Some days are worse than others

Today the sun shines