Denim

(Intro)

Durable dirigibles

Are finally fashioned

In the yards of

Societal Evolutionaries,

Revolutionaries,

And great singers of selves…

 

Malicious?  No.

Delicious?  I’m afraid not.

Capricious?  Maybe so.

 

                        1

The snakes are in your eyes,

Coiled up and ready to strike.

Squishy terms of indifference

Among the movement of the tongue.

 

 

The pen that’s in your hand,

Makes you feel you’re in command.

But let me tell you this my friend,

My legacy you’ll not end

Like the phoenix I’ll begin again…

I wear this denim blue,

It’s easy for me to do,

To step out into the morn,

And cut three hundred acres of corn.

 

                        2

Light is dark and dark is light.

Time can’t be held, though I try

With all my might

To stay ahead of the curve.

 

The chrome reflects a true romance

I’m livin’ by the seat of my pants.

A truck stop in Chicago at dawn,

By noon it’s Detroit here and gone,

South to Atlanta I press on.

 

 

I wear this denim blue,

It’s easy for me to do.

To step out into the cold,

And eat up a thousand mile of road.

 

                        3

Into the silence I stare,

A subterranean lair

The copper hands of Lady Liberty

Throwin’ gold back into my face.

 

Desperate renditions resound,

Vibrating through the ground.

Songs of olden days,

Caught in Minoan maze,

Caught in modernistic haze.

 

I wear this denim blue,

It’s easy for me to do.

To step through that dark door,

And haul out sixteen ton of ore.

I wear this denim blue,

It’s easy for me to do.

To walk this blessed land,

Singin’ a song for the workin’ man.

Reviews

[Kami]

As an artform, poetry speaks to us individually, playing upon our memories, our perceptions. I enjoyed reading this piece. Thanks so much!