. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

A Head Full of Jesus

Written soon after I returned to Louisiana and began my new life in Lafayette after being eight months away...

My empty pocket’s shame a sin,
Quenching forever the jubilance of my quest,
A notion that I might live forever -
All bark, branch and root of me,

Foreign front porches,
Time’s gift given to sit and wonder,
Through spells cast in confusing enlightenment,
Along the road of my hopes,

She doesn’t mean now what she meant,
And the riddles of my heart
Are holding tight the clues,

Behind all that’s closed I’m clever enough,
Seeing the southern carpet bagger
For who he really is -
Beneath boiling skin a deceiver with a bag of tricks,
Marked one by one,
By one for me,
By the grace of God go I.


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