Memories like the corners of my mind 

Goat herders trampled the lawn leaving angora whispers
clinging to the apricot trees. Down fell from the goose's
tail and filled the manger with cotton candy pillows.
Dawn came every other day and left sunbeams planted
in the cornfield. All in all, time was nothing but a
management problem and the peons lived
in their own world surrounded by farmers
in polka-dotted overalls.

Misty water-colored memories of the way we were

Gilliam Laygood road his backward mule to the
Montana Mennonite Meatball Convention while his wife
swore at the crow's feet hanging from the newly
washed laundry. Often times their garden revolted
and the green beans dangled dangerously
from the hooks of their zippers. Susie Dillworth plucked
a few chick beaks and wore her trousers inside out.
Harps played with banjos and fiddles fingered pianos. 
Musical chairs twirled hula hoops and pantaloons graced 
Aunt Adoline's ass-i-nine aardvark's ankles. 

scattered pictures, of the smiles we left behind

Having united the pea pods and the carrot tops,
the streets of Heifer Manor were now gang-green free.
Nary a soul left toe-nail graffiti on the walls at the local
Safeway Market. Carry on and carry out continue to erode
the values of its inhabitants. And, on the other side of
Off Center, choirs of hacking taxi-dermist coughed up
pearls of wisdom.

smiles we gave for one another for the way we were

So as the sun sets upon the septic tanks of B.S.U.,
we find that the neighbors grass is smoked over
the last vestiges of corn pone and starry shoestrings.
Meanwhile, the upside of the down-sided u-turn parkway
is used every 5th Tuesday of each equinoxial eclipse
for tractor and hogback mudding. We, the elite,
remember the times of segregation.

The way we were...
The way we were...

YhtaK TrahkcoL
07/02/15