Three Fingers

Three fingers on a swollen hand Beside a dented garbage can A blind man staring At something only he can see I spotted him like night Sky plotted and star struck Sits at alone, eats at home Rafted in a sea of blackness He rattles his cup Just enough to call your bluff You can't pretend you didn't see him Catch his smile in the rear view Out of the blue his guitar entered hard With three fingers he plays Praise what he says might scare you --- Three Fingers - Buckethead and Saul Williams