but I got a hard fire burning
and a cold shoulder to lean into it
I got too many lures
dangling off my pole
and a wide open lake calling for justice
I got inside information
no one wants
and a bony wreath made out of newspapers
I got high end merchandise
to sell the natives
and two fingers crossed behind my back
I got interminable busies
floating on borrowed time
and a broken watch to prove it
I got harsh words a plenty
for them that hurt little children
and a big knife to show 'em I mean it
I got a whopper of a story to tell
woven out of mustard seeds
and stuck between two false teeth
No, I ain't got a poem in me today
but tomorrow may be worse:
I may have to birth one
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This one sounds awfully familiar. ;) Great project, Rick! I'm followin'.
ReplyDeletehaha very nice...love the attitude and a bit crazy...and if you need i will bring my knife as well...
ReplyDeleteThis poem is like a strong drink. Each verse has an intriguing ice & fire image.
ReplyDeleteYou may not one have in you, because it already came out..haha..wonderful verse.
ReplyDeleteToday's history lesson brought to you by the incomparable Rick Dale.
ReplyDeleteTake a bow, sir.
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
I continue to marvel at your "voice" Rick. And a great message for us poets who ain't got a poem today.
ReplyDeleteI got a whopper of a story to tell
ReplyDeletewoven out of mustard seeds
and stuck between two false teeth
your words are brilliant in many ways, sharp write.
:)