We could never write poems about flowers

Summer sleeps like Sunday
remembered more splendid
than it ever was
even in full fury

Yam colored Blackfoot
River Pirates unafraid of
waterfalls and water bugs
timeless as tragedy

Hillbillies hell bent
in expensive cars
seizing daylight
in short sober snaps

As the rest drifts by
untouched by
Us in whiskey sick
lazy tides

Go West to the
forests and lakes
in the mountains
We dance with

grizzlies in the dark
where no one sees
We could never write
poems about flowers.
dangerbabe dangerbabe
26-30, F
Nov 16, 2011