My Poem: The Day I Kicked a Bankroll out the Window

© 2009 Hachiko Yukimora

and I said, you can take your rich aunts and uncles

and grandfathers and fathers

and all their lousy oil

and seven lakes

and their wild turkey

and buffalo

and the whole state of Texas,

meaning, your crow-blasts

and your Saturday night boardwalks

and your 2-bit library

and your crooked councilmen

and your thoughts of damnation

and your one-sidedness

and, I said, you can take all your glorifications

and your 2-faced graciousness

and you can take your expensive dresses

and your private beach houses

and your expansive vacation homes by the lake and mountains

and you can take it all back with your private jets

With it you can take it with my visions

What I have seen of you and give me

Back my innocence