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I couldn't see them through all the corn (place)
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junkpile
Fri Jul 21 2000 at 15:13:00
On my way home I stopped in
Frances
ville, well, because. Plus my back was sore, not that much driving I suppose but sometimes my body gives up faster than it should. In the absence of a sofa or
the soothing voice of tv
I walked along a graveled ditch, my car left in an empty lot next to the sign.
Welcome to
Francesville
.
It's a Friendly Town.
Too much thought for me, brain not numbed by the road like I'd hoped.
Will they get married and will I mind.
  I veered into
the cornfield for the fireflies
. They swam lazy around my feet, on and off, little green ciphers I couldn't read.
It had rained and the cornstalks were
cold and slick
with it. Careful. Dry leaves can cut like the thinnest blade,
wet ones are worse
. If you move slow enough you will be safe. I stepped forward into the tall deep green.
Over my head
, too tall for this early, they'll have to get harvesting soon.
Far enough in, there isn't a road anymore, isn't a graveled ditch, isn't my car.
All I am left with
is clouded spookyblue sky, green flashers floating, and wind enough to shish the corn like dry fingers in silence. Far enough in, lost in a farmjungle, I am not
my achy back
or my countdown of miles left to travel, I am left here alone, to enjoy it.
Life in the absence of a writer
A beautiful girl, a dead man, corn on the cob
Tell me about your secret places
Not Back to School Camp
Experiences with Death
I'd eat in that bathroom
a tiny poem i dreamed
nightmares during the day
Isaac Asimov
You nature lover / you country punk / you bowl me over / I'm not that drunk
Deer in headlights
Bran Van 3000
World's Only Corn Palace
Maize
walt whitman ears of corn
Aunt Connie's Corn Pudding
When a body catch a body
kettle corn
corn
can of corn
Emma Freud with a two-dimensional head