Bobcaygeon

Another Story From the Jukebox

got a mind for leaving
leave it all behind
move out to the country
let myself go blind

the wicked world won’t call us
wont ever find us here 
you can be Antigone
rise above the fear

we can build a new world
where sun forever shines
where yesterday’s a fable
and verses always rhyme

then tomorrow morning
we’ll wake up around nine
settle in the porch swing
and dream about flying

plant a crooked garden
nothing in it straight
name the goat Bukowski
poets at the gate

no clock except the rooster
no news except the rain
no market for our longing
no profit from our pain

and if the past comes calling
in a suit and tie
we’ll offer it tomatoes
and teach it how to die

got a mind for leaving
leaving it all behind
let’s grow this thing together
see what we can find

Bobcaygeon