COLORED CORN

lips curled round that rural past
arms curved round that gunny sack
she ain’t never going back
she’s full of colored corn

wade out into that parking lot
cold steel sun riding over the truck stop
she’s blue as a baker she’s bright as a pepper
she’s full of colored corn

ships in loving anchor rest
trucks all turned to face the west
love is spurned love is tested
love is never scorned, colored corn

dollar spent and a coin tossed
treasure that is buried can be lost
fish spin across that parking lot
never to be born

but treasure that is buried can be reached
flights fallen from air and vessels beached
she is blue as a baker she’s bright as a pepper
she’s full of colored corn, colored corn

summer 98 Sydney Australia
© myshkin 1999