I hadda two shots
plus some others before
I don't think there's
anythang out there.
Past n' Future,
I'm SO there...
Dirty sheets n' frowns;
Never was real good
but ya coulda been,
truly; so could I.
Do 'em no harm
They don't know
where ya been, girl.
So let 'em have it
and let 'em go;
Red and yellow
coalescing to one;
watch them go,
and try to count how many.
Brown Leather
Custard-man's got a gun
Pointing at the dainty smile
of the smallest threat
and her dreams
scattered to the wind
She lives;
Her two persons
shuddering in fear
of what holds the future.
Calling death
for a sweet requiem
There's nothing he likes more
than some dreams;
scattered to the wind.
Oh woman;
you have no hope now
there's no turning,
back time past
the child's gone;
along with naivete,
Oh, the red spashes!
They fester;
But the wash
Dissipates any damned spots
And white silk
on your wedding day
clings with pride.
Where did it all go;
time, fate, destiny,
And Happiness?
The
french claimed her
and the English stole her,
The New Englanders ignored her,
and the Midwest accepted her
with their corn and cherries
and Ford's promise of fame.
And the natives were forced
to erect shrines to faux gods;
Her body torn by mining,
her soul angered by litter,
Wastes poured into
her massive bloodstream
once so pure and crisp.
Dear Michie,
We never meant all those things
We really do appreciate
everything they did to you;
but you're still no Jesus.