read an older poem of mine and wanted to write a song inspired by it.
July 11, 2021.
like my granny canned peppers and green beans
I’ve got picklin salt in my wounds
and I’m hoping I get better with age
I’m breaking off like crumbing mountain tops
So many layers, so much to say
I carry coal and slate over my back
and I’m crushing under the weight
Hillfolk blues
I’m tossing and stuffin my shoes
Slicker than water and bulletproof
Hillfolk blues
I pay respect to death and pull out of the way
because it comes in threes
and even if the bible claims that they can’t kill the spirit,
I’d like to keep the pink on my face
I saw a butterfly in the dark, just the other day
The omen is cooking on a cast iron pan
and if the good lord’s willing and the creek don’t rise
I’ll wake up tomorrow morning living out of pure spite
I’m canning my sorrow cause I feel weak
Saving my tears for a later time
My nerves have been shot and the darkness is covering me
The mine roof has fell in and my lungs are in agony
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2021-07-11 at 08:26
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July 11, 2021.
hillfolk blues
I’m canning my ragelike my granny canned peppers and green beans
I’ve got picklin salt in my wounds
and I’m hoping I get better with age
I’m breaking off like crumbing mountain tops
So many layers, so much to say
I carry coal and slate over my back
and I’m crushing under the weight
Hillfolk blues
I’m tossing and stuffin my shoes
Slicker than water and bulletproof
Hillfolk blues
I pay respect to death and pull out of the way
because it comes in threes
and even if the bible claims that they can’t kill the spirit,
I’d like to keep the pink on my face
I saw a butterfly in the dark, just the other day
The omen is cooking on a cast iron pan
and if the good lord’s willing and the creek don’t rise
I’ll wake up tomorrow morning living out of pure spite
I’m canning my sorrow cause I feel weak
Saving my tears for a later time
My nerves have been shot and the darkness is covering me
The mine roof has fell in and my lungs are in agony
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 283 times
Written on 2021-07-11 at 08:26
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