298 miles

in a new place

Gone with the wind and my hair in my throat

Blistering sunshine like a note you once wrote

Christ f**k me if I can remember when

The last time I saw your blood running on whim

Tell me if I can even pretend

To be the last thing you ever did tend

To be your own saucer with a plate full of rain

Mixed with the sadness and the laughter of the lame

Those broken hearted soldiers who sit on the porch

And dream of a world filled with remorse

For those who did die treading the course 

And laughing with strangers who asked for a dime

On the side of the street spilling with rhyme

About the ones they will meet simply on the fly

If only they knew me deep down in the earth

In my casket of flowers they put in the hearse

With a plate full of cake I did leave this world

And sat on my bed with a head bangers curls

That blue jean democracy laden with pearls

Those people and their business they keep 

The ones who will falter, the ones who will weep

Do I lie down and take what I give

Or do I stand up and pray I might live

This poem doesn’t know a thing of my soul

So I will leave you with all I have told

And hopefully somewhere deep in the night

You’ll lay in your bed with a mind full of fright

For all that will be and all that is there

All that remains hidden under my stairs

And under my bed, a carpet dog’s hair

These stories I’ve hidden  

Hidden deep within the tree

Outside my home in old Kentucky