T for Tom

…Texas On My Mind

Posted in poem by johnsontoms on December 19, 2011

…Texas on my mind.  The dirty kind with the roughnecks and leatherbacks with back-strapped ax ready to till and hoe and make the spirit grow.  The blade falls so smooth you’d never know that long ago we gave up labor for a filthy savior – that lying, cheating, soul-stealing taxman.  I’m not a fan of the new way of living.

I’d rather buy a pasture and pay it with my sins.  Life begins when it exits the dirt and hits the sky, and soon enough the fruit is ripe.  Man, woman, and child are fed ‘til death if their only debt is trying.

It used to be that all we’d need was a track of land, and by God our hands would make it work.  No knock on the door for Chapter Four, only the sounds of the living singing like hounds for the tilling.

“Were you there when they crucified my Lord?”


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