Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
My Pickle Poem to Pappaw
My Pickle Poem to Pappaw
It ain't the pickles.
It's just the juice.
I hold on.
I can't turn loose.
It don't mean nuthin'
'Cept to me and you.
But now you're gone
And I'm holdin' on.
I've got my pickle.
I've got your juice,
But all alone---
What's the use?
I cry like rain
As I pour it down the drain.
~~~
11-20-01
THE MAINTRAIN
I wrote this poem the year Pappaw died.
He died in August and this was the first time
I finished a pickle jar without Pappaw
here to drink the juice. Man, it's been almost NINE years!
It ain't the pickles.
It's just the juice.
I hold on.
I can't turn loose.
It don't mean nuthin'
'Cept to me and you.
But now you're gone
And I'm holdin' on.
I've got my pickle.
I've got your juice,
But all alone---
What's the use?
I cry like rain
As I pour it down the drain.
~~~
11-20-01
THE MAINTRAIN
I wrote this poem the year Pappaw died.
He died in August and this was the first time
I finished a pickle jar without Pappaw
here to drink the juice. Man, it's been almost NINE years!
Homeless People and Homeless Animals
What impression does this poem leave you with?
When I see
Homeless people
And homeless Animals
Walkin' the street
Lookin' in the same sack
For Something to eat~~
I know
Me and my dog
Got it made,
Sittin' in the shade
Sippin' pink lemonade
Through a straw
And that ain't all!
We're ridin' on four wheels
~~The notes been paid!
Livin' inside
So the cops can't raid~~
Our "camp"
And take us away.
Yeah! Me and my girl, Tate
Livin' the high life
'Cause we got it made!
But she used to live in a shelter
Before she met me.
And before that
She was just a birddog
Loose on the street.
Tonight, I saw a mama dog
Walkin' in the parking lot.
Trying to pick something up
To take back to her pups!
Made me realize
How much luck
It took to put me
In the path of
The Great Tate.
She loves the music
That I make.
Earlier, I saw the Police Chief.
He likes to tease
Me 'Bout the homeless guys
And how one of them
Says I caught his eye.
Another one swears he's
Gonna help me "Get a record deal".
I gave him "myspace"
Just keepin' it REAL.
When I see
Homeless people
And homeless Animals
Walkin' the street
Lookin' in the same sack
For Something to eat~~
I know
Me and my dog
Got it made,
Sittin' in the shade
Sippin' pink lemonade
Through a straw
And that ain't all!
We're ridin' on four wheels
~~The notes been paid!
Livin' inside
So the cops can't raid~~
Our "camp"
And take us away.
Yeah! Me and my girl, Tate
Livin' the high life
'Cause we got it made!
But she used to live in a shelter
Before she met me.
And before that
She was just a birddog
Loose on the street.
Tonight, I saw a mama dog
Walkin' in the parking lot.
Trying to pick something up
To take back to her pups!
Made me realize
How much luck
It took to put me
In the path of
The Great Tate.
She loves the music
That I make.
Earlier, I saw the Police Chief.
He likes to tease
Me 'Bout the homeless guys
And how one of them
Says I caught his eye.
Another one swears he's
Gonna help me "Get a record deal".
I gave him "myspace"
Just keepin' it REAL.
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