Oak Weed

There is this thing I have
it's bark solid
like a guy you can count on

There is this thing I have
it's screaming
to grow roots
suck up that gold
that organic, good stuff
that's waiting
there underground

There is this thing I have
it's got scratchy weeds
that itch like five pounds
of jerk beefy religion
or squirrel hair

There is this thing I have
called forgotten memories
it's a really good deal
for those near the know

There is this thing I have
it's doing the lord's work
whether he knows it or not
its shadow splits open on the ground
and stays there

tall and leaning
grainy
like a concept
like an oak weed

BY THE BOY POETS WILD TO BE WRECKAGE FOREVER LIKE JAMES DICKEY