Friday, September 3, 2010

travellin' so long that my feets is soakin' wet

don't let the cancer defy you and don't let the handsome defy you

on a big, wide planet, you shine 

packs of dogs roam wild and with an effervescent smile from you, all their jaws snap shut

those dirty, drooling mouths have scraped on doors for who knows how long

i always considered bringing in a dog-catcher til i met you

days at the factory and your hands are still so bright, they still work so good

a long day makes your hands so great for me

the long white table has long been abandoned and that awful pit we dug so long ago has been filled to the brim, Paula Shulz may have it if she please

the pasture not so far beyond would be ideal for an afternoon picnic

but that shore lay a distant away and at our pace, who knows

but the distance is always the right way away

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

makes me think of big dumb dawgs draggin' their jaws.