Of dirt and drug

                                   –upon reading phrases from Tom Robbins!

 

 It’s a sun a-setting matter now,

In this side of utopia for the few.

Hearts melded into the heat,

Arms bare, let her body roll down,

While the neighbors make note of compromise.

 

The South is good enough

Of dirt and drug

Of beauty

Of spilt knees in the mud, down here

Never taking care of me instead of us.

 

We are all here serving the nasty fellow

The cast to our skins changing back

The torn sights you may see

Will slow the heartbeat

And let her body stand down.

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