Wildgoose Honkings (al purdy)

 

Just brave enough

To call shit…shit

And spit some

Electioneer’s eye.

Who calls oppression

What it is.

And gossip’s stains

Descry.

His words, no

Sonnet’s aching call.

Tried hookers

Tavern’s bout.

The boxcar where

He killed a man

Or least he pushed fool out.

Well traveled

Teaching from his craft.

A bard of backroads charm.

The thought near bursting

Raucously.

Sue’s tattoo on his  arm.