2 Poems

2 Poems by Tom Mitchell

From Yup It Is - Artists' Workshop Press

blood brothers of men

in the same place,

the indians

lived their thoughts

off the land.

That fed them. 

I hunger after

that.

that I am here

is what I plant

alive, growing, facing

the sun

that 

turns night to

ward the tidal moon,

rain, green growing

tree of spring

petals underfoot. 

Upon this rock, earth

firms to the tread.

I feel more

myself today.

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dear Uncle Sam,

We fucked on the American flag tonight. There wasn't any sheets and the mattress weren't none too clean, neither. I hope it's okay with you.

Because if it isn't, all hell is going to break loose, sure as shooting, and you'll be the one with the badge and the gun. 

Love,

Tom and Grace