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Cat Longworth USA
Ponderings
Written on the five day road trip
From windy Cleveland ohio
To the dusty sun of Sante Fe,
With my brother, my dog, Gates
And some girl named Katarina.
Re-reading the Toa
And feeling the sky all around
Breathing deeply, just because I‘m alive.
Move when you must,
Rest when you can,
And love like it’s your last chance.
The Appalachian and Ozarks
Were blazing flames of autumn,
The plains were warm and distant
And I was everywhere.
Admire all the shades of the sunset
But don’t forget to love the canvas
The pit bull puppy in the back seat
Between Gates and me
always trying to shove us around,
To steal the whole back seat.
Other times she curls up next to me
And sleeps with her head in my lap.
The warm weight and breath
Reassuringly constant as the landscape
Slides away slowly,
At ninety miles an hour.
You can’t dismiss the words of the foolish
‘Cause they outnumber the wise
A thousand to one
In the hotels I slept on the floor,
The dog still beside me
While I ignore the television
And voices.
My only real dream was Sante Fe.
Like a dusty dream of heaven,
Just east of where the sun sets
And no building’s higher than the sky.
And anything that can be said
Need not be.
New Orleans Weather Patterns
I’ve got my own home,
A little live-in piece of heaven,
And when the rain falls down on bourbon st.
Check the gutters, and I’ll be there
In the alleys in the parks
In that scabbed angels hair
Noah found god in a bottle
I’ll find mine someday.
U can watch for me in the streets,
Follow my footsteps through the hills
But when the rain falls down on Bourbon st.
Just check the gutters I’ll be there.
When I cried for mountains, I got rain,
and now I’m runnin’ through the skies and seas,
‘Cause there’s a tornado raping Bourbon st
And when it hit’s the gutters, I’ll be there.
Copyright, Cat Longworth. |
