A Poem For
I'm in my room writing
& I hear you
move down the hallway
to water your plants
I write truth on the page
I strike the word over & over
yet I worry you'll pour too much water on the plants
& the water will overflow onto the books
If I can't speak out of myself
how can I tell you I don't care about the plants?
how can I tell you I don't care if the books get wet?
We've been together seven years
& only now do I begin
clearing my throat to speak to you.
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Lamentation for Hank Williams
I can't finish writing a song in ten minutes then it ain't worth the
said Hank to a reporter.
A camera was busy taking pictures for LIFE magazine.
get out of this world alive,
wrote Hank in a song
sung for millions at The Grand Ole Opry
published by Acuff-Rose Sales Inc.
recorded by MGM records
flat-picking his D-28
backed up by The Drifting
night after night & during the days
playing at picnics, rallies
supermarket gala openings
dreams but bad ones,
Hank told his wife Audrey
who told her lover who told the doctor
who could not heal him
places no longer places
velocity of faces
& he burned down, died at 29 of an overdose
kindly rocked to sleep in the back seat of his Cadillac
driven to a concert
New Year's Day 1953