May 01, 2004
Farmersville
Farmersville
(a humble poem by yours truly)
What I remember most
Is Grandma
Rolling over her
Flat flour tortillas with her
Wooden stick and
Grandpa rolling his
Tiny thin papers full of
Prince Albert ashes and
A smoky see-through man
In a top hat in the
Front living room and
Scary stories about the
Other ghost Eddie
And learning things
I didn�t want to know and
The backyard empty but for
Metal pieces that
Used to be useful and
Dipping up some
Fresh sweet tea with
A brown plastic cup and
Learning what menudo was
And deciding never to take
A single bite.
--02.06.04
blueavenue at 1:53 a.m.