- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Being Poor
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BEING POOR
By JCSTREET © 2004
I pick
the tobacco outa the Drum pouch and
roll
like I used to in the navy, picking
the tight moist vegetable
apart
into lissome fragments which will breathe, this
is what I have fallen to
from my fine life, from
the endless trips to Cannes, the
endless trysts with
silk-stockinged girls, each
with their own desires, their
own pure desires, their
own
ways of being in Nature, their
own ways of being, and
roll it up and encase
hoping that a jailyard lag would not
think me lacking
hoping
that a cowboy would not
see me rolling errantly ahorse, hoping
that I can suck one more drag to ease
the yearning of my heart
-30- May 2004
- COMMENTS
duddle146about 17 years agoHe had no mother's longing ~ to sooth his weary soul ~ down on his luck forever.
Tathagataalmost 20 years agoI rolled my own Bugeler it was always a meditation too.
Something about it
Great work brother
