Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Monday, August 18, 2014

An Arkansas of the Mind

I hear that there's an Arkansas of the mind
in a fishing hollow
where the bluegill glean green and piss yellow
and the modern country music
is both insidious and totally innocent.
Where the dreams are strung up on blocks
like rusted front yard trucks,
and every nicety
is a hidden indictment.
The country musicians of St. Louis
tired of fighting riot police
wonder much about this place
somewhere between Little Rock and Ozark.
The rolling ozarks
Green in the summer
Like the lake's hidden and lush algae,
sticky like a bum's sweat
over a shitty winter flannel
Lush with lakeside retirees.

The race relations there too,
a damnable mystery,
or so I hear.

I've never been there-
have you?