I wore each one
Until I could bear it no longer,
until they smelt like me
Where did he go?
Just a weekend trip, he said,
to the feilds and back.
He'd then take me for a ride,
He'd see us through these aging times.
Just a weekend trip,
to the feilds with the ol' boys,
awakening some elephantine memories.
The feilds were baited
the elephants, traps
the ol' men, fatally trapped.
I did have a my ride,
the First and last of it's kind
memories of him with me to my grave.
It's not like you to write something so gloomy and cynical about life in general.
ReplyDeleteDon't step on my turf. :)
Honestly, are you alright? Your prose and poetry both sound like you've already taken anti-depressants and they aren't working at all...