The young boy swam at the bottom of a river
Under the heavy gray sky
Under a V of geese
Under his father’s fly leader
The water was cold and dark
But the boy would not surface
The A’s played their first game today
Canseco hit one into the grand stands
Oakland went wild
Spilling popcorn and sticky beer
The father sat in front of his black and white TV
Watching the game
Yelling for his kid to come see the replay
But the boy would not surface
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Indian Removal Act
Oh,
Well hello Mr. Andrew Jackson.
How’s that collection of belts?
You know, the ones made from the skin
Of my ancestors.
I thought they might be wearing down by now
What say we dig up the rest of your bones?
And drag you across the twelve hundred miles of tears
You know, that wonderful trail, full of water
And fruit.
I know you meant well
But I got this new pick-up, and I really want to show you
Some of that beautiful country that
You haven’t seen for so long.
Here let me grab this leg
And tie it to my hitch.
Yeah, that’s better.
I know you aren’t alive
You’re just bones and hair,
So don’t cry.
Yeah, it’s just,
This has to be done.
Well hello Mr. Andrew Jackson.
How’s that collection of belts?
You know, the ones made from the skin
Of my ancestors.
I thought they might be wearing down by now
What say we dig up the rest of your bones?
And drag you across the twelve hundred miles of tears
You know, that wonderful trail, full of water
And fruit.
I know you meant well
But I got this new pick-up, and I really want to show you
Some of that beautiful country that
You haven’t seen for so long.
Here let me grab this leg
And tie it to my hitch.
Yeah, that’s better.
I know you aren’t alive
You’re just bones and hair,
So don’t cry.
Yeah, it’s just,
This has to be done.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Nothing Personal
And then there's that feeling
Where you're at work
and one of the cooks recites
a
vulgar
racist
joke
And for a moment
You feel superior to a
man
twice your age
And it reminds you
of the first time
your parents fucked up
and how you realized
That they
were
no longer
Gods.
Where you're at work
and one of the cooks recites
a
vulgar
racist
joke
And for a moment
You feel superior to a
man
twice your age
And it reminds you
of the first time
your parents fucked up
and how you realized
That they
were
no longer
Gods.
The bird
A beautiful Robin twirled
Through the motionless day
Chirping Ancient tunes
Getting drunk off berries
Until it slammed into my window
Through the motionless day
Chirping Ancient tunes
Getting drunk off berries
Until it slammed into my window
A good friend
She slept on my couch for what felt like a lifetime,
But totaled two weeks. She never made me breakfast,
and she tore apart my living room.
I don't want rent money, or even the blankets washed.
I just want a Goddamn omelette
With a glass of orange juice.
But totaled two weeks. She never made me breakfast,
and she tore apart my living room.
I don't want rent money, or even the blankets washed.
I just want a Goddamn omelette
With a glass of orange juice.
Monday, January 15, 2007
One Writer's World
Hello,
Ich heisse Nate, and I have decided to post my writing. I will have to admit, computers are not my favorite invention. But, I am trying to tap into this alternative world for a moment. If you have any suggestions or comments, please feel free to do what you do. I encourage all of you to keep writing, and spreading peace.
Ich heisse Nate, and I have decided to post my writing. I will have to admit, computers are not my favorite invention. But, I am trying to tap into this alternative world for a moment. If you have any suggestions or comments, please feel free to do what you do. I encourage all of you to keep writing, and spreading peace.
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