Short Antebellum Poems

I was here by Lady Antebellum

I hold the pencil of choices and I intend to leave my mark on the paper of the world.


12/12/15...

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           It's called the New South
           Away from antebellum
           Peaches and Peachtree
           Terminus to Atlanta
           Southern hospitality...

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She has left my bedroom lately. Lately?
It was long ago. She has taken my guitar with her.
But history has slipped out of memory.

I am not prepared for a reckoning.
Is it a time for uninterrupted grief.
This no bitter recompense for no fault done.

The Tigers beat the Angles 4 to 1.



***A song for Lulu...

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Clear days of old,
Antebellum.
Not too fancy,
Mediocre.
Bright color seen
Perfect warm nest.
Young harmony
Child fairyland

Secondary,
Tall pine in back.
Conspicuous, 
lone pompous rose
Toxic ivy
Marigold patch
Null pottery
Stream overflow
Taste pure water

Ordain infant
Adore always 
Wife trustworthy
True nuptials
Man unyeilding...

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Isn't boredom is its own birth of freedom 
In this antebellum age
I have fashions of a vision
That I could put to page

I need to rage against
This dying of the dream
To etch on ancient canyon walls
And sound my barbaric scream

The seductiveness of my antimuse
Slithers through my brain
As she intones, saturated 
Yours is a pedestrian pain

This is no song
My angel of inert imagination tells me
What if she's not wrong
Why else should she whisper it so loudly...

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