accent – Read Moore

Look At Your Hands

I have lived on a farm, not just visited. I have trudged through great mountains of pig shit, pled With a damn milk cow as she stood on my foot For four gallons of sweet cream, as white as sand On Ozarks levee. I have made salt butter and cream cheese, pressed The cloths of thin whey, and drank theContinue reading “Look At Your Hands”

Elegy of the Midwest

He who do, does.He who don’t, don’t.Really, simple as that. He who is, was,he who ain’t, ain’t.Why argue ’bout it?Take time with it,the meaning a does.When the doing ain’tdone, it becomes don’t.No matter what it waswhatcha meant by that.Y’all walk along thatdivide, of what itmeant, or why it wasmeant for them who does.Life grows oldContinue reading “Elegy of the Midwest”

Gas Station Prophet

A Missourian Sestina Stopped for a fill-up, eh? No shortage a those on the road. You know Paul stopped for a Phillip as well, In Caesarea, as he was a prophesizin’. Sharin’ the good word ‘bout Jesus. Lots a beliefs the world over. People just tryin’ to understand What it means to be human. Continue reading “Gas Station Prophet”