As I race toward New Madrid,
the conifers drop sweetly
a gift to squirrels and other pearls
and gems of God's golden twitching
the still of the night in Dyersburg
a time honored tradition
of cool cars, cooler women
and food finger licking
the split that ran the river back
into a shallow place
across Tiptonville's track
of currency in faded jeans
A cottony caravan of His
story
West Tennessee, West Tennessee,
I bleat and bow and beg to thee:
Find a rood and find a staff
And help me grow tall and strong: giraffe
My daughter's out in Halls tonight
A tumbleweed of megafright
And like and duh and of coarse greetings
"Does this give you New York Times
Tinglings?"
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Hoi Pollock
Hoi pollock
a Jansport bag strap
undone in Dover
forward in time
(future tense)
encapsulate
words
in time we'll be better
one step at a time
(presently)
gracias mis amigos
por favor, tu eres ustedes major
minotoros
quando, tu cumpleanos equals?
man, stop
woman, go
my cousin worked for a cheesery
they said he was a real cheese wizard
a Jansport bag strap
undone in Dover
forward in time
(future tense)
encapsulate
words
in time we'll be better
one step at a time
(presently)
gracias mis amigos
por favor, tu eres ustedes major
minotoros
quando, tu cumpleanos equals?
man, stop
woman, go
my cousin worked for a cheesery
they said he was a real cheese wizard
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