This is new, written in October and worked on for these last couple nights. It's weird how the life "adventures" from way back there in the past pop up into the consciousness and are relived in a bit of insane poetry. Here's one.
Morning
Ditch
Where will the morning find you?
Face down perhaps in the naked lap
of a girl whose name you can’t remember?
On your back more than likely
staring into the sun that just arrived,
just in time to revive you
of a muddy, grass ditch
right behind the service station
where your car was being fixed.
“Girls, wanna see a dead body?”
an Oklahoma rain drop.
Your ears woke up first
to that
snowy sound
Where will the morning find you?
Face down perhaps in the naked lap
of a girl whose name you can’t remember?
On your back more than likely
staring into the sun that just arrived,
just in time to revive you
drag you out of a deadly dream, deliver
your
breathing corps into the wet reality of a muddy, grass ditch
right behind the service station
where your car was being fixed.
“Girls, wanna see a dead body?”
The gas-station attendant spoke
with the
accent of an Oklahoma rain drop.
Your ears woke up first
giggling girls make.
“Hi,” you smiled at them,
“Hi,” you smiled at them,
you laughed as they screamed
and ran away when the dead
body opened its bloody mouth.
Woodie 1o-18-18 (rewrites 11-13-18)and ran away when the dead
body opened its bloody mouth.
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