BACKYARD GRASS
William Morris Thurston III - BillyRayMorris - 1963 (San Bernardino CA)
I wish
I could go somewhere
as far as the eye could see -
Hopefully
somewhere
down south like Louisiana where the red beans are so thick, rich and yummy they
taste
like meat -
Maybe
even
go as far as Jamaica - the
Bahamas - the Himalayas
or the Philippines to explore
or
wonder around
up and down
their beaches where the
hot sand would smash
beneath
my
bare
feet
then
squish
ticklishly
between
my
toes -
But
I think it best
that I stay
right where I am for just a
little while longer - On this
rooftop
where Brockhurst
crosses through Grove and I'm dedicated because they're all counting on me to
shout
down with every bit of the breathe in my lungs to the corner store wine drinkers,
the
slick talkers
and the o-gee collar poppers
who'd probably spend the rest of their days
thinking
and
believing
that they
were
too
cool
to dance -
On
this here rooftop
where I give hard stares
and crooked looks
at the social
service
two-piece blue suits
and the tapered skirts -
Right
here
on this rooftop
and feeling bad for all the
homeless mothers I see down
there lugging their
babies
around all day long
in backpacks or wrapped
in soiled hotel towels
or sheets -
Yeah,
I think I'll stay right where
I am -
Right here where I can throw
myself down
onto
some of the best
backyard grass around
while
holding that
very
last dollar of mine
with a GI-Joe kung fu grip
because of the fear
that
I
just might go spend it -
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Written on April 01, 2018
Submitted by WilliamMorrisThurstonThe3rd on March 28, 2024
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Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
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Words | 306 |
Stanzas | 23 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 2, 1, 4, 5, 10, 2, 2, 2, 1, 5, 7, 4, 4, 5, 3, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 4, 2 |
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