American League Poor (No Buffalo Roam)
Eyeing the junk o the rich and the heirlooms of the poor, my sweet white-chocolate dove, Ocean-eyed bride, & I take to walkin…. Up one isle and down two others…, smiling at some stuff and doggin some others, every once in a while haggling. A question: Would u take fye bucks for that? An answer: …Nope. Another question: Will our … species come to regret far too many things that we did? Another answer: As parents, we like to think we are takin a good long look at the dawnings of the day…, who would want … to regret many of the things that they have done? Such a weight for the blessings to have to tote around on solid backs and strong legs earned in puddles of sweat & bloodstain floor. How we manage to make amends is the real blessing, how we manage to get by is the miracle. & you sigh … & I sigh too … I love u. Here in poor town rock hound USA. All I ask is that we ache to transcend ourselves. Could be I’ve been at loose ends late. Why is it sometimes I’ll feel I’ve never made the grade…minutes later know as though …well, what do I know…. It comes & goes…….. I know I can get up and get some though…& I know I’ll pay twenty bucks …. for that right there, …twenty-five tops. Gliding by the heirlooms of the rich and the junk o the poor..., …my sweet white-chocolate strawberry nighttime cozy so you can rest medicine & I...take to driving. Driving down highways with bitchin speed limits… yet sometimes I’ll regret never having driven the Autobahn…& only highway 90 West once…into Seattle and points west to the Sound.
& plan to drive Montana again where once a friend said there’s no limit. Sometimes I feel like heading back out west, sometimes I feel overwrought and just plain tired with the knowledge of acute possibilities. I really dig some technologies…though I fear the benefits won’t nearly justify the cultural phenomenon . I hope that we will find another time of prosperity in a land of liberty for you & me… because we were frickin born and so are our progeny and their progeny and their progeny & their progeny & their progeny. & how we manage to make amends is the real blessing, & how we manage to get by is the miracle. & you sigh...& I sigh too… “I love you.” Here in poor town rock hound USA…where no buffalo roam & the deer hit 45 mph Rams in the fall by the Woodside. All I ask is that we ache to transcend ourselves. Could be I’ve been at loose-ends late. & signaling right, prepare to exit the hwy, let them drive by the junk o the rich and the heirlooms o the poor, while I read ol…Music Connection magazines in my 98 Chevy pickup. Here on the west side o poor town rock hound USA where
no buffalo roam.
