the conversation…

 

Photograph by CWMartin

between words
she told me
a different story
the one
i wasn’t
supposed to hear
because
it would
hurt me too much
but
not as much
as her lack
of faith
in me

During the next few days, I will be on holiday…yes again…so I will be posting very few comments on your blogs…however I shall continue to post new poems here and hope that you will enjoy them.  Until then, cheers!

he ain’t gonna change…

i have been watching that old nebraska farmer for years
that old man ain’t gonna change
hell 
when i said that there’s a stop sign on that corner now
he said
i was here before the stop sign
his whole existence  reminds me of black elk speaks
and if you ain’t read it
get on the web honey
cuz i ain’t got time to walk you through it
just trust me
it’s worth the time
anyway
as i was saying
this old fool keeps doing
the same old thing
like he was part of the federal government
each year we have a drought
each year he digs the well deeper
like he was borrowing money for a war
from some foreign government
just to keep his hemp crop growing
well i tried to tell him
hemp ain’t used for rope no more
but he won’t listen
and he just keeps digging the well deeper
making a hemp ladder to get him to the bottom of the well
and when the feds showed up
to talk to him
well
he was gone
i saw a hemp rope at the well
and a hell of-a-lot of smoke
but it’s none of my business
cuz
things gotta change

This poem was inspired by John at http://everchangingperspective.wordpress.com/