[don't you just love the smell of lightnin'?]
withhold the sharp of barb-ed fork.
un-pitch the mirth, Nebraska corn.
a loathsome husker huffed windy bluster,
in feckless lust o'er freckled lass.
she heard your word; you oink like pork,
breath rank and mean, with beard unshorn.
you, trailer trash, lure a killing twister.
she hooks the sky... then, lets it pass.
mother earth by men brought dark,
while women bless the harvest morn.
that girl has power beyond you, Buster.
thank the stars; she spared your ass.
"oh my darlin', oh my darlin', Omaha doll, inclement time...
she is gone, but not forgotten, oh my darlin' Clementine."
llp - dA - jan2012