David performs in KC photo by MDG

Washing My Hair With Gasoline

There are occasions within my posey
When I am compelled to spin a Huck Finn stretcher or two.
You know, my own 21st century embellishments
On battling wild Indians
And wrestling bears with run-away slaves in the swamps.
You know, tales that may or may not have happened.
Just effective interesting exaggerations.
Like Audubon perching a rattlesnake up a tree to battle a mockingbird,
I like to invent my own dramatic events;
You know, for artistic effect.

I do work with a general shine of veracity,
But let’s face it,
America is still a wild though worn-out vixen,
And if I’m going to hustle my mark – readers
Into buying my pose as a romantic figure in the silly poetic style,
Then outright lying hardly violates my serious sense of purpose.

Like for instance,
I generally prefer fully-leaded high-test rocket fuel.
It brings out the red highlights,
And makes my hair glow
Just a bit more golden in the sun.

© 2008 d. smith, 2008

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