on the banks of the Tennessee

Ode to Romeo

Romeo o Romeo

You mangy old cat

What the hell happened

Who got your eye oh yeah the

Rat.  The Rat.  Romeo you look

Like your time has come

I’ll say goodbye I gotta run

Death is nothing to me

In a cool breeze

on the lovely banks

of the Tennessee

damn near

damn near

ran into a car

in front of me today

looking up through the thick oaks

trying to see a light

trying to wonder who you might

be there with

trying to wonder of that time to say

trying to wonder of time to walk away

from your butter soft

arms and legs pressed to mine

a time to weep away the hours

damn near went all the way to wal-mart

I might coulda be late again

silently go back

There is no silence

When you suffer

Rolling pitching

The ceiling is always black

In the northern suburbs 

of burned out Iraq

In the morning

When I am asunder

Weaving bobbing

Gee you’re pretty, are you from RAK

No, Iraq

Dry bones

thigh bones

When are you leaving

Oh you’ve left

Howling scowling

And silently you’ll go back

To Iraq?

Masalama

little mama

I’m going home too

to Mobile

Mobile Alabama

at the brook with a book

Lost for a little while

In a flurry of mangos

In the rain oh what

A wonder it is to smell

Nature

And eat

Mangos

Mango

Tango

Bill, you totaled the Durango

A long time ago in a field with a brook I slept under a big shady oak.

O wonderful oak

Shadows thick in winter

Cool

Refreshing

and look what I took

I know now where the season has gone.  A white out

Character building,

Time reflecting

Bent into heat

Fire and stone

santa maria

Where are you going

Stop now

And listen

to the brook with the book in your hand