George Wallace Poems

hmmm, well, what i mean to say, the road
was straighter than this, and i was driving
unreasonably fast, a 57 chrysler imperial boy,
you remember those, no of course you don't
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JUMPING OVER THE MOON
i was twelve the
space race was
on JFK rode past
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everything is going to be
okay. crickets will sing
for you. maple leaves
will turn their maple leaf
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Johnny Chisholm wandered clear across the high prairie
selling bibles & belt buckles it was a long time ago &no
he was not a preaching man no sir just a fella like you
or me trying to make his way through this lonesome
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I WANT TO GO WHERE THE GARBAGE MEN GO
I want to go where the garbage men go
I want to ride where the garbage men ride
it is Friday night it is eight pm I want to
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The facts are simple
they speak for themselves
but facts don't always tell
the whole story -
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How can a man walk thru a supermarket anywhere
in America without feeling the imprint of your hands
on everything he touches -hands strung in the dawn
of cinch bug nematodes smell of dung -plastic buckets
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Life was good
it was finally good
there was God in the popcorn
poems in the coffeepot
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Who ate the neon I don't know but I love New York always will especially art deco which I take personal for example the Bronxdale swimming pool where the entire neighborhood used to swim it's all doctor's offices now but back in the day

It was a million lanes wide, warm as Miami Beach, Easter pink and when the swim instructor turned her back a girl named Ruthie kissed me so hard I got a nosebleed -it was 1956, whereas this is 2018 a cold day in January snow falling for two hours and I saw
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Now I belong to the river,
and claim this crossing
as my own, now this burden,
now this transgression, shoulder
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