sitting on the grass

sit down in grass and remember where you came from
sole to sole there's an arching in my center
cramped and stiff
the day is coming to a close
a bird sings a frantic song, a methanphetamine melody
while cars zip by
dogs bark in the distance
i'm sitting very unlady-like
foot sole to foot sole
in basketball shorts i got second hand from some noplace town in new hampshire
was it lincoln?
four shorts on the rack and these were the ones that fit
i've got a cup of second hand tea
three uses on the tea bag already
i saw a film about the artist jackson pollock
and while he was an idiotic drunk
i still like the way it looks and feels
to be a artist staring into the sun slinging back a drink
even if mine's only tea.
i've got a bic pen dangling from my lips
i remove it using my index and middle fingers
like the smokers do.
i don't smoke but i feel that every artist
in their turmoil and passion
smoke something
needs the escape of drinkin' and smokin'
i play the part because it feels good
but in truth i'm just a kid pretending
i swish the drops of tea sweat in my mouth
like it's wild turkey
fleas bite at my feet and cars keep rumblin' past
it doesnt' matter how many fleas i kill
there's always more
just like there's always more cars
no matter where i go.
the sun makes my life a shadow.
i wouldn't know i was here if it weren't for the sun
another flea bites me
and one dog alone, barks in the distance
what is this?
sit in the grass to remember where you came from