Die In Dodge (Sanitariums Touched By God) Poem by Steven Drake

Die in Dodge. Shooting from the hip
With perfect aim. Moon stuck outside
Of the law. Belgium waffles for a
House of cards. Show boating flotillas.
Spawning your words up stream.
Birds in the backyard with bears picking
Their teeth. Popsicles worn on clown
Faces wearing smug smiles. Sundial
Struck by the paws of raccoons.
Playing possum out of secular rooms.
Coyotes whistling Dixie in a vacuum.
Freight trains blowing off the tracks
Caught up in the steam. City dwellers
Groomed out of marital schemes.
Sacked potatoes in orange blossoms
Lining the streets. Burlap thrown under
Horse's hooves. By way of painting in
Rule of thumb. Crumbs falling off tables
Sitting on their hands. Practitioners
Bank on prisoners just for fun.

Grim reapers bury mind games out from
Underneath headstones on the run.
Ghosts in shadows scared out of hell.
One eye open selling newspapers
To read all about what's going on over
Seas. Whale of a time for mermaids
Swimming up next to me. Saw a monkey
On the back of my TV. Busting blooming
Affairs in my time square. Shaking down
Walls flying up to the stars. Bank robbers
Sneak out of town for wives androgynous.
Hemophiliacs. Helter-skelter wearing
Clothing dared by denizens. City dwellers
Crossing over mountains waving flags
Caught in snares. Speaking of the devil
In the details somewhere out there.
Shining promises in landfills for foreign
Byproducts in countries of tectonics.
Sliding past mountains sub ducted in a
Submarine for you too thirty eight.

Hell on wheels paved by onion fields.
Wheat from shafting off the edge of
Wishing wells. Dropping coins to remember
Your president's name. Elected officials
Make more money than some deserve to
Take. Couches lounging for the talk of
Code breakers up to World War III.
Suspicion lies in back stories of gossip
Picketing the skin of your teeth. Eating
Palatable placebos just so you can breathe.
Stretched beyond this territory in schemes
Of fallacy's driven for love in bygone days.
Caught a secret before the lie came true
For me. Bound by hands and legs tied up
To foreign speech. Studied Germanic
Tribes for my wife to cheat on me.
For a red badge of courage Steven Crain.
Another drummer's song for greener
Pastures written down in plots of merry
Old England. Plymouth rocked pliable.

Emblematic for monetary stock
In exchange for your life's savings.
Toys for bigger property of terrestrial
Relief. Sanitariums touched by God.
Laws in factories. Textiles move along
The lines of silkworms across continental
Divides. Serving breakfast in nooks of
Your favorite novel affect. A good story
Never lost that's pried out of breadth of
Another song landing on your tongue.
Done for the day. Until the night comes
Along to appreciate me. Making love
Rolling over tumble weeds. Modern factors
For age old centuries. Aqueducts. Planetariums.
Roads no longer rush to shores for aircraft
Hovering over stealth bombers. Missiles
Diving into thunder storms. An act of God.
In mind of evolution's six days to be born.
Creatively taken. Filled with fossils. Sketched
By the light of your reform.