Stories, Not Poems

Maybe with more love i could write a song
but all i have are these clunky words and choppy phrases
qualifiers that try to rate my pain for your assent
Pump up my happiness so you can
Bob your head along

A tender homage to the city i’m from
How it’s tough and steel and glass but
we’re just one big family, really
Cowboys in suits who love Jesus
Oil and chocolate bunnies

Maybe with more time i could change the world
but i can’t shake the small town off me
Everyone who thinks they know me
Arms bent at the elbows
Clucking and scratching the dirt

A reedy tune about the romance
of being left alone, running through short oats
and corn gathered too soon
The cows don’t care that they eat and die
But i do