This is a repost of a poem I wrote a year ago. It was inspired by Bob dylan's "talking blues songs," like Talkin' World War Three Blues," "John Birch Society Paranoid Schizophrenic Blues," and "Talkin' New York." All of these are great songs and I recommend them. (Youtube them!)
Thomas Jefferson visited me in a poem:
I almost didn't know'm.
He asked me how things were these days,
But I couldn't think of the right words to say,
So I decided to just show'm.
After all, since we're in a poem,
Travels are just turns of phrase.
We walked down a road, and saw a vet'ran
Finding a meal in a garbage bin.
We traveled to the once great plains
And to the Mississippi's now dark veins.
We flew high above our greatest cities
And inside tumors, itty-bitty,
And they looked the fucking same.
We sat on my couch and watched TV
After a while he said to me
You know, in my day, I fucked some slaves
But nothing then was this depraved.
I asked if he'd like to see a show,
And he checked his sun dial said, you know
It's really time for me to go.
So he clicked his heels and off he flew
Saying you know, I pity you.
"We hold these truths to be self evident..."
I sit and wonder where those words went.