i see a blue pick-up truck i flinch even though i know you don't drive one anymore
I've been looking for a Christmas Tree
The search has been so hard Last night, I found the perfect one Outside in my front yard I venture past it every day But, it never caught my eye The tree is forty two feet tall It reaches to the sky Last night as I was leaving home The moon shone oh so bright It caught the snow on one low branch And it really was a sight I looked at it much closer Saw perfection to my surprise I'd been looking for the perfect tree And here it was before my eyes I couldn't bring it in the house It would stay out front for all to see We'd decorate it outside where it stood The Perfect Christmas Tree We started putting lights on it We could only go so high A neighbor stopped on his way home with an idea he said to try He came back by this morning With some friends and just our luck They came with two long ladders And a bright red fire truck In no time all the neighbors Started coming by to see They all bought decorations For our giant Christmas Tree It took two days to finish it This tree that stood so tall We planned to light it up that evening To be seen by one and all On Christmas Eve it happened The fire truck made one last stop They extended both their ladders We put the star up on the top It was perfect, and we knew it The neighborhood was there as one The lights and decorations Made it light up like the sun So, next time you need something Look around and you might find Perfection, like our Christmas Tree Just as God designed
she's leaving behind those tires that slay these roads like chains for brighter climes that diversion claims horse and winds hoofs that ream dots in trailers as nights turnaround my love dame
A love of law that my sisters groove on this highway!
Feast your eyes upon all the
mangled twitching bodies trapped in the grills of fat and brown package trucks so far away from the idyllic blades of green and sun crossing ***-hole asphalted rivers where alligators speed amuck We all get hurt crossing seemingly empty perilous streets and end up in some wolf-dressed-as-sheep machine's sharp teeth are we different from the insects roaming on instinct? If only you could wiggle your body more to the side but the alligator never slows and the wind is a bonafide bully. At least I can see whats ahead, might as well enjoy the ride.
Frickin' freckin' fruckin' fruck
Fifty bucks to fix my truck Pockets empty Out of luck I'm stuck here now ***?
that her canoe bade by spoon when park saw the river boat upstream and she was saddle the bridge then transfer ride near edge with my pickup nudge her but seasons end
i sat in my mother's truck for the first time in a week
his hair covered the cab seats and stuck to my pants i noticed his collar on the dash 'MILES' all dogs die but maybe they go to heaven
my dog passed away a week ago from yesterday. i feel so much grief, and i feel so guilty even though i didnt do anything. so heres an emo poem.
I remember driving down the sun-baked
city street, on a mission to find something, somewhere, which now I cannot remember. But I do remember this: you pulled the truck aside and said, “Go grab some of those pods off those trees.” When I protested you simply gestured for me to get going. To this day, I still have mimosa and catalpa beans stashed away in an old cigar box, silk trees waiting to be planted in the rich, dark earth.