I look through my old poetry and find one that seems to have not received as many views as I would like so I repost them. But more than that I often find poems that I forgot about. When I reread one, I see some tiny faults in it and decided to give a bit of editing. Also, I read a poem that's been sitting for a year or more and find I really like what it was trying to say. Maybe it has more meaning to me now than it did when I originally set it on the page. And maybe, just maybe, the reader will see in it something that they desire to hear again.
Davy
Crockett
I begged my mother for? Wore it
a few times before I shoveled it
into the closet, never to be seen again.
The thermos shattered after three days,
my boloney sandwich covered in milky blood.
The Caped Crusader tossed into the trash.
its stainless steel body. I lost it between Okinawa
and the airport in Guam as I hustled my way
back to the world, to the good ol’ U.S. of A.
Sometimes they broke me, tossed me out
or like that furry Davy Crockett hat, left me
in the darkest corner of a cluttered closet.
stayed with me until they fell apart.
They now hang like a trophy
on a doorknob in my apartment.
(even though the thermos was busted to shit),
or that one girlfriend who never hurt me?
I never worried about losing that lighter.
Maybe age tends to make you wanna hang on
to things , even when you don’t want to.
Woodie 12-13-15 (rewrites o6-o9-16)
I
never was a keeper of things.
That
Davy Crockett raccoon capI begged my mother for? Wore it
a few times before I shoveled it
into the closet, never to be seen again.
And
Superman flying through the metallic air
on
a genuine Aladdin Industries lunch box.The thermos shattered after three days,
my boloney sandwich covered in milky blood.
The Caped Crusader tossed into the trash.
Some
grunts gave me a lighter the day I left Nam.
“From the Boys in the Nasty” engraved onits stainless steel body. I lost it between Okinawa
and the airport in Guam as I hustled my way
back to the world, to the good ol’ U.S. of A.
And
love? A dozen girls tossed aside
sometimes
broken by my carelessness.Sometimes they broke me, tossed me out
or like that furry Davy Crockett hat, left me
in the darkest corner of a cluttered closet.
But
a ratty pair of pea green Chucks
I
bought back in two thousand sixstayed with me until they fell apart.
They now hang like a trophy
on a doorknob in my apartment.
why’d
I keep a pair of worn-out tennies
and
not the Crockett hat, or the lunch box(even though the thermos was busted to shit),
or that one girlfriend who never hurt me?
I never worried about losing that lighter.
Maybe
it’s just that when you’re young
losing
things don’t bother you so much.Maybe age tends to make you wanna hang on
to things , even when you don’t want to.
Woodie 12-13-15 (rewrites o6-o9-16)
