Convict
me of dandelions
and
large puddles of ketchup,
the
June scent of Scioto rain.
At
breakfast I get drunk on Bach,
with
a chaser of Copland and Joplin,
hotdogs
from a cart, by noon.
Find
me guilty of eating at the kitchen sink,
ordering
drive-thru McDonald's fries―
you
shotgun, me in a Stetson.
I
pretend to hate mosquitoes on the Fourth of July―
come
at me with sparklers, buckeyes,
those
little American flags stapled to sticks.
I
want to pursue our life, liberty, and happiness,
but
there's something you should know―
I
love A. Lincoln, shamelessly.
tk/May 2013
R.A.D. Stainforth...a rare step out of his black and white world...
R.A.D. Stainforth...a rare step out of his black and white world...
When I click on to the creative writing group a religious gospel page comes up - not sure if this is intentional or not!
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing poem.
ReplyDeleteLove the end or ...just beginning... :)
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I love them too! Not the puddles of ketchup, but I know so many who eat puddles of it! This is a real live American short- you served as deliciously as if it were a fresh baked apple pie!
ReplyDeleteReally is amazing...thanks, Tess! You know I love that ketchup...in puddles...with fries. And I love my A. Lincoln! Also, please, may I have a side of Copland?
ReplyDeleteI love A. Lincoln, shamelessly.
ReplyDeleteShe should not be stifled from pursuing what she craves for. Abe and whatever is named after him ought to be good elements! Great write Tess!
Hank
I love A.Lincoln too :)
ReplyDeleteGreat words, Tess :)
A perfect snapshot of America. One of your best.
ReplyDelete...I understand...!
ReplyDeleteThe first line is so interesting! I love how you wove so much Americana into this!
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem, Tess. Love that ending.
ReplyDeleteIts ok to love the flag if you still have legs !
ReplyDeleteA true American indeed. Love this Tess!!
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