Monday, June 27, 2016

POEM: "Simply Trouble"



Simply Trouble

                             With your stomach pump
                             And your hook-and-ladder dreams


                             Neil Young, “Ambulance Blues”



I rocked up to the frame
I thought it was the fence

Give me a break next time
a little butter with the bread

Are there a million troops
shit, maybe, I don't think so

The barrier reef is a bed
the sandwich is my sleep

My arm is the baseball
that was caught in China

The mountain is sheep hides
on the cheap and elegant side

My horse is tomorrow
and the fences are imaginary

And the river is new mountains
and the old hill has run away

You can rock up anywhere you like
but you might want to avoid the street

The rooftop pigeons
DON’T SPEAK VERY LOUD


© 2016 Rob Schackne

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