Six,
turned their heads up
and drowned.
(Really?)
Really.
Wow, that’s wild.
He took another chaw
of Beachnut,
spat into
one of my recycled
Gatorade bottles,
the clock on the wall
chirped
a new bird-song
a new hour had struck
time to pick and grin,
time for that
twang
claw-hammer style
downtown
in
what we called
jokingly
the big city.
He drove a truck too,
in the war,
W-W-II,
was a cook
at some point,
(wish I could
talk
to him now)
best friend died beside him,
black guy,
(always made me think
of Bubba Gump,
or
vice-versa)
He taught me love
was love
it didn't matter
about
the skin were in.
But,
the world doesn't get it,
riots
and greed,
forgotten freedom,
outlawed weed.
peace, love, and harmony gone
yet
we're all
standing with our
dumb heads
turned
to the sky
mouths open
like roosters in the rain,
more people
should've
met ‘im,
truly,
got to know ‘im,
learned to
make hay while
the sun shines
and not be just another
damned
yard-bird
too stupid
to shut it’s mouth.