spring iz sprung
de grass iz riz
i wonda where de flowers iz
under the cold ground
seeds & roots wait
silent
i planted daffodils & tulips on my aunti's grave
i planted so many bulbs that when they burst toward
the spring sun they pushed the 18 inch by 18 inch piece of
sod up
then
deer came & dug & ate / needless to say the grave over her urn
looked ravished /
i can imagine the rest of the relatives coming to the grave
& wondering wtf
has happened to mom's grave
last year after a couple of years of a metal marker
my aunts children finally laid a grave stone on top of her
now i wonder where the flowers are ? did they throw them back
into the ground when they dug up the sod to put down the grave stone
i guess i should just go look / it's been 6 months almost since i went
up to the grave yard / i know so many people in there / mostly i find
it quiet & peaceful / it's where i want to be buried / oh what to do with the dead
some times i get choked up & the tears come / i remember all those names carved in
stone / i wonder what ever happened to . . . / & then i find them / /
& i wonder what this preoccupation with death is all about
why the questions drive my mind so wild / /
it's quiet in the house that rock built
3 of the children are gone away over night
3 children are here
the 2 youngest / & the oldest
it's quiet in the house that rock built
& i think i spoke too soon as a loud soundtrack
comes over the speakers of the kid's computer
tonight i work / hosting open stage
i am steve jones filling in for estevan
it's electric wednesday / i don't play anything electric
although i can play the opening rift for smoke on the water
but then again / so can my 6 year old / & the guitar is as tall
as he is / /
so i guess i will read some erotica / seems to be the only thing
that holds the attention of drunk patrons / / poetry for the every man
found in bars from here to there / classic redneck / small town / like
my draft beer types of guys / / & me ? // well steve jones only drinks
tequila - straight up shots of gold / / let's side step the middle man
orange juice & soft drinks / / yes / born to be an alcoholic / oh steve
you're so bad when you put those shoes on / / black & white mules
come fuck me pumps of the small est sort / / low high heels with minds
of their own /
steve does a quick inventory of her wardrobe / / wonders what fits
a winter weight gain of 20 pounds is kinda freaky / 10 of it she needed
the other ten / pant tightener / religion revealer / / no / too old to
wear my pants that tight / / oh god / i can feel a clothing breakdown
coming on / panic / of / oh shit / i need to look good / but man is my
ass ever big these days / & holy shit / try to pull these over those new
found thighs / / / i can't even go on / poor steve / what will she ever do???
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