Sunday, December 11, 2011

Wouldya, Couldya?

Wouldya
let a faded red canoe linger through a Maine winter
along a pebbled driveway
its tears longing for a summer river,
or remove a classic colonial
from a town square,
board by board,
lug it 90 miles Downeast
and leave but a foundation
and a broken-down
piece of a man garage,
or cut an oak down on the front of your house, til it stood only 20 feet high,
with but 8 forearms shaking violently and cursing the heavens,
or establish a clothesline in front of your house
just five feet from the main drag
and share with the world all your 'unmentionables' and more,
or spend hundreds of dollars to decorate your yard
for the season,
while what looks like the entire contents
of your trailer are strewn across your property
Happy Xmas to all,
or destroy a beautiful downtown park
because you want to survive a Maine winter
in tarp-covered tents
99%?
Do the math.
Wouldya?

Hey, the world keeps turnin'
Sometimes I want to get off!



8 comments:

  1. Sounds like you are having one of those days!! The tents got removed from our downtown park a couple of weeks ago and it has been resodded by the 99%.

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  2. Tell it Birdman! I am with ya on all of this.

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  3. That is a perfect poem
    of wouldya's and couldya's
    and
    no
    I never would
    or could

    and
    when I feel
    as you do
    I
    say
    'Peoples!'

    As in:
    Peoples!
    What are they
    THINKING????

    thank you
    for
    this
    amazing
    poem.

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  4. The occupiers were have been ousted from several locations around Seattle...

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  5. You're getting pretty deep on us here. Poetry blog coming soon?

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  6. Puts me in mind of an old song:

    Why can't they be like we were,
    Perfect in every way,
    Oh, what's the matter with kids today?

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  7. Well, it's one location that is not easy to forget!

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