Received word my mothers picking apples with poets again
Fresh breeze
and a glance of the loess hills
cause
the apples to scatter
beneath her sixty year old feet
Apples aging too
While legends here are making a mess of things
friends are dipping in
slowly agreeing
Drinking to much
Proclaiming truth
Portraying unjust demeanors
Portraying what once was
How would you know?
Pompous old man
Would you not understand the buildings built into my upbringing?
John Falters paintings
The shoppers
The decorations down town
made from holly
jeeps
Run down and dangerous at the
Ye-Olde time tavern
Anhydrous buried in the Christmas trees
Nebraska have other men scrawled their names on your school houses
as ive been absent?
left me with motorcycle dreams and hangovers
water towers and elementry schools
left my friend Jake with a baby boy and a trampled dream
must you always tell us what to do?
must the slackers and make believers at the gas stations
proclaim us friends
sobbing stoned in Jack Genes shed
with old men
drunk with your car keys
with machine shed blues
sitting pretty
sluggishly unscathed
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