ACCIDENTAL DEATH
I ain't never seen nothin' like it.
It's Palm Sunday, I mean the third day
of spring an' the sky suddenly opens.
Down come these flakes, big as golf balls,
so white it's like pieces of pure light.
First the wind nudges em left, then stills,
they twirl. It's a ballet. It's a hundred million
fingertips touchin' a hundred million piano keys.
Then I think maybe the earth ain't too happy.
I mean crocus an' daffodils are purple an' yellow
and likin' it that way. Them lilacs an' forsythia
is now wearin' white gloves an' new shoots
of sycamore, maple, an' oak are shiverin'.
All the earth is dancin' a happy death again.
No matter what, it sticks on your lids
like pennies ona the eyes of the dead.
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SO WHADDAYA KNOW?
I'm goin' nowhere an' it ain't good.
Believe me, I've been there an' know.
It's cold an' damp an' darker
than a devil lover's dream.
So what can I tell ya, huh?
It just happens, ain't my fault.
Yeah, I'm sure you'd believe me.
Probably say somethin' like
gotta look out for number one, it's dog
eat dog or somethin' about a tinker's dam.
Which tells me you ain't been there.
So don't talk to me, all right?
Go right on pickin' your nose
or scratchin' your ass
an' keep on believin' everythin'
you touch turns to gold.
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HUMAN CONDITION
Most people talk about the weather.
It's the human condition.
An' that's as far as you go.
"Hot enough for ya?"
"Cold enough for ya?"
"How 'bout that snow, huh?"
They're kinda like passwords.
When somebody says one of those
you figure he ain't gonna mug you,
and yeah, you make a human connection.
It's like we all got the plague
an' are just checkin'--if you're talkin'
that means you ain't dead yet.
Or at least we ain't sure.
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SOCIAL INTERCOURSE
"What's up?" your buddy says.
An' you say, "my blood pressure,
my pulse, my cholesterol, my weight,
everythin' but my pecker."
If you had a job you might add,
"not my salary, my pension plan,
my insurance plan, my bonus,
an' definitely not my boner,
if you know what I mean."
What can he say then?
Nothin'. 'Cept maybe mention the weather.
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