I ain't (am not) listening

Jaxxie

Waiting in the fields, but I ain't (am not)

I'm not wasting a second. I'm 

lighting up tobacco leaves; stained (cancerous)

I'm standing, cigarette under my shoe. But

the men are walking 'round (around

Walking around me like a swarm (helping hand)

Drooping eyes; working hand; here I am digging

(guilt, still) "Hey look I'm sorry for standing 'round"

(around) "—standing 'round"

Men ain't (are not) ain't saying a word

Look to the farmhouse, never liked it (beauty)

Never liked that awful red, that sickly white 

I think that light's still on (help, stay)

"Imma," (I'm going to) "Imma 

go check on the house boys, thanks a ton." 

Trudging through the mud (dirt)

It's wet (dry) out, 'specially as I open the 

door. Guess I — (stop) Guess I — (stop)

Jesus, guess I'll walk on out (fire)

Lightbulb still needs fixin' (fixing

Lightbulb still needs fixing. 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: J.D (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 17th, 2024 17:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: Internal dialogue, killer of security. What do we really know? What do we recognize? Are we aware of our own sanity? All questions posed in this piece.
  • Category: Unclassified
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