Jane Springer Poems
|2.||Don'T Let Your Mouth Write A Check Your Butt Can'T Cash||9/15/2014|
|3.||Letter To The Dark||9/15/2014|
|8.||What We Call Frog Hunting||9/15/2014|
Comments about Jane Springer
Who made the banjo sad & wrong?
Who made the luckless girl & hell bound boy?
Who made the ballad? The one, I mean,
where lovers gallop down mountain brush as though in love -
where hooves break ground to blood-earth scent.
Who gave the boy swift words to woo the girl from home,
& the girl too pretty to leave alone? He locks one arm
beneath her breasts as they ride on - maybe her apron comes
undone & falls to a ditch of black-eyed-susans. Maybe
she dreams the clouds are so much flour spilt on heaven's table.
I've run the dark county of the heart this music ...