03-20-2012, 06:42 AM
Soft on the road like a tumbleweed,
through the thick mass of pines,
down by the river I rambled.
In the light of this new day
there are no barking dogs
and men with torches--
only sunny knolls for me to top.
A shack, fenced by the trees,
hidden-- until the moment his gun barked.
His scent whispered through like a resin kiss
loud enough that he surely had heard.
In rough-spun and waders,
he gave no sign . . . he put the gun
away and made supper.
I am likeable enough when I've eaten.
I almost heard him once
when he was retracing his steps
through the years,
but then my stomach began to growl
and it drowned him
in blood.
I could only tell with my eyes closed.
When he started trying to impress me,
I knew he would expose me if he could.
He stood up and belched out guffaws
saying once he had run with outlaws
barely escaping with his life
more than once.
He never beat his chest with his fists,
only with his mouth.
If they knew what he knew, I couldn't take my time.
We sat on his bed,
I dreamed of the very near future
in specific detail. Each layer sprinkled
with his incessant babbling.
He played a song for me.
I annoyed him when I scratched the strings.
While he played, for the first time
I heard him clearly.
His hand brushed my leg;
we tried not to notice.
He was done with me then.
My disinterest had burned his mouth shut
so he guarded the beans,
sullen.
He would be tough, but I have strong teeth.
I was out of my chair
when he was still grumbling.
Careful aim
congratulated his face
with the old box guitar.
Sadly, the dreadnaught was completely ruined.
through the thick mass of pines,
down by the river I rambled.
In the light of this new day
there are no barking dogs
and men with torches--
only sunny knolls for me to top.
A shack, fenced by the trees,
hidden-- until the moment his gun barked.
His scent whispered through like a resin kiss
loud enough that he surely had heard.
In rough-spun and waders,
he gave no sign . . . he put the gun
away and made supper.
I am likeable enough when I've eaten.
I almost heard him once
when he was retracing his steps
through the years,
but then my stomach began to growl
and it drowned him
in blood.
I could only tell with my eyes closed.
When he started trying to impress me,
I knew he would expose me if he could.
He stood up and belched out guffaws
saying once he had run with outlaws
barely escaping with his life
more than once.
He never beat his chest with his fists,
only with his mouth.
If they knew what he knew, I couldn't take my time.
We sat on his bed,
I dreamed of the very near future
in specific detail. Each layer sprinkled
with his incessant babbling.
He played a song for me.
I annoyed him when I scratched the strings.
While he played, for the first time
I heard him clearly.
His hand brushed my leg;
we tried not to notice.
He was done with me then.
My disinterest had burned his mouth shut
so he guarded the beans,
sullen.
He would be tough, but I have strong teeth.
I was out of my chair
when he was still grumbling.
Careful aim
congratulated his face
with the old box guitar.
Sadly, the dreadnaught was completely ruined.