Sunday, February 24, 2013

“Easter Grass on Route 66”

Jimmy Dean sausage is tasty.
Guess he knew what he was doing.

Never will miss Tellico or Ballplay,
Something dark lives in the bogs there.

Lighting a candle for Ted, remembering
Basketball games and scottyburgers.

The rivers here are dry, hardened arteries.
Where are the mobile home parks out west?

My cat detests liver, he leaves them for me.
Eating as road crosses whisper “He Lives!”