a poem for an indiana girl

[firsty]

you better come on over and give me a kiss
i'll never keep you waiting when we both got all of this
market square could never hold you
the cornfields could never try
some distant creeping warm front
is like a twister in my eye
violent winds and scurvy fins
against the punk rock trees
stir up gutsy trav'ling plans
and bust the bastards at their knees
the balls we had to jump
to get into all this peace,
the frights we had to face
were nothing like the crease
in the corner of your mouth
when you speak those strings of words
that rush like the mississippi feeders
we crossed
in this storm of madness
theres nothing softer than the riverbeds
we found.
and the mouth and the eyes and the everything else,
all those things that feed the guts of it,
it's all there for everyone to see,
but only us to know,
and that kicks my ass every day, with pleasure all around.
i finally found that big sky country.

[Doreen Peri]

can't GO with ya, firsty... just stopped by to say this is an awesome piece.... beautiful! I love it!

[mousey1]

A poem for an Indiana boy
who incidentally
doesn't actually live in Indiana
Roses are red
Your eyes are blue
I've got a thorn
Stuck in my shoe

Well firsty my poem's got nothing on you and yours...but I tried, I tried and gosh darn it I almost cried too... I love your ode to an Indiana girl.

(ps: that Doreen she gets all the boys...and she's clever too! )