Baby, this is not my choosing but I
got to go now and I
cannot be
put by
nor set aside for later.
Lady, I’ve got to go now, I’ve got to run,
I don’t know why or where, really,
and I definitely
do not have any idea
what the new road will be
holding.
But I got to fly
like a fucking arrow back then.
And I’ve got to go now, so I can fly again.
I was allowed to fly, back then, with the Word,
on the back of the laurel
wren, and in only this I cannot be, I will not be
put by.
Sweet Honey-pie, I’ve got to go now but no, I do not know
what you’ll do now
nor how you’ll get by.
I will be undone by all of this I know,
Female Deer, my
Dearest.
Now and far more later too, some day or suddenly.
And the road, it’s too long.
And the price of this midwestern song
is a red wheelbarrow
of sorrow.
Actress please stop
sighing
and don’t start
crying.
And try to remember me
in your prayers.
But not in your dreams of tomorrow
because life is still beautiful
but we
are the fallen sparrow.
Saragun Springs 
You see – If I was his dearest I’d be thinking – yeah you’re off with that buxom woman from the hot chicken place aren’t you! hehehehe dd
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dear Diane
The Bard said, “I do believe her, tho’ I know she lies.”
This narrator seems to think that two can play at that game…
Thanks for intriguing commentary!
Dale
LikeLike
Dale
It can be looked at as the relationship between the poet and the muse. Sometimes you gotta wonder if one or the other (or both) is a cheater.
The “beat” gives it a feeling of a song. It catches you and moves you along.
Very fluid and highly enjoyable!
Leila
LikeLike
Hi Leila
Wallace Stevens said, “Literature is the better part of life.” And then he added, “Provided that life is the better part of literature.”
Such apothegms seem to apply well to a story like “Overtime” as to a poem of this nature…
Thank you!
Dale
LikeLike