Gravestoned

GraveStoned

When
eye was a lad of years and knee britches has not been invented yet we
wore real cotton diapers and let them fill up with yellowed colors
and trail behind us on the ground near poorer town. You may have seen
the poor people crawling on the ground well eye was one? Of them. Eye
used to get so messed up in head and so depressed eye could not
function near a town at all and so eye walked among them rich
Gravestoned. Eye searched in every old abandoned field in vain for
one that was mye own. The military ones were so important ones once
eye found a cornerstone that had no namme engraved they let me mark
the foot eye was so ubsurdly proud. The Lord above still knoes his
namme and sees mye heart swell with mye little boy pride as eye
placed the marker in the grass where eye thought the end of him
should be. Then eye gave a smart military salute as tears flowed
freely all around. You are not forgotten soldier said the eye. Eye
believe that Private looked down from heaven then and smiled. He may
have said my legs aer so much longer than he guessed and then the
LORD led him away as HE said It is the thought that counts. What a
brave little soldier he is become. Before all the disillusionment of
real real life. When eye played the trumpet at the funeral eye was
paid to play taps but eye was too emotional when the man asked me to
pay the money back it only made it worse and eye was cursed forever
losing interest in mye music. It seems a person must be
professionally inclined to live without a heart to work for mammon
and drink wine and so eye die. Neither artiste nor musician but just
writer sometimes poet when it rhymes. Just drinking coffee and a coke
but never ever liqueur not even any wine or bitters not yet cloaked
nor dressed nor yet GraveStoned.