Can't Keep a Palm Tree Alive on the Prairie

She said she couldn't come with me.
Her reasons ranged from noble to
Ridiculous. I said, “Okay,” and now
I'm where I would have brought her,
Stuck inside this shitty bar, the only
Place in town which doesn't shut its
Doors by eight o'clock, and in it are
The local cripples: Christian zealots
Getting drunk, and welfare farmers
Yelling they've been cheated by the
Government, the refuse from the
Marriages which foundered, casting
Eyes and lines toward the ones who
Share their fates and fondness for
Embroidered jeans. I met her on a
Lovely beach. I wooed her in my
Hotel room, in restaurants with
Fancy food. I told her things I
Couldn't tell the clods in here.
I read her poems. Now I see it's just
As well she said she couldn't come.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-06-24 at 00:47

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