Old Man Luedecke
Hinterland
Taking all troubles through the downtown fields of wheatHeart swells with strangeness of strangers on the streetTo make love the city all I can do is eatIn revolving romance for the world at my feetIn spite of all the traffic we all know the good weatherI walk in childish clothing and dream of purple heatherTweedy thrift store pockets full of poets I think neverLet a bit of poverty harden hearts to leatherI will find the HinterlandOne that feeds and growsKeep to the outside that all men knowFashion a crown out of dead grass and snowI will find the HinterlandI love lists of provisions of the gold rush men up NorthWhat pure bread from fifty pounds of flour must come forthI eat as much bacon and beans for what it might be worthI need communion with hardship past for the asphalt on my earth
From Letras Mania