Another death hoax? Gee, how original…
You folks ain’t fickle—guess I’ll give ya points
fer grit if not fer gumption. I’ve rolled joints
my friends, far stiffer than my tricky ankle,
imbibed red wine that’s older than yer gran’;
this here bandana holds more DNA
than most small countries on a holiday,
so keep your Internet! Just leave the bedpan
close, gas up the bus, & brace for twenty
more long years—well, give or take a decade.
The road’s a callin’, songs are in my head,
& my ol’ guitar plays as good as any;
there’s plenty weed to smoke & hair to braid:
So’s far as I can tell, I’m still not dead.
STEPHANIE L. HARPER
“Hope Springs Eternal…” came to defile the earth as a result of being generously sponsored by Robert Okaji — whose behest it was for me to write a “Sonnet Ending with Three Words from a Willie Nelson Song,” which included the words, “wine, weed, and guitar,” and was preferably “Petrarchan” — during the May 2017 Tupelo Press 30/30 Challenge.
I post it today in protest of having to endure one more minute of Trumplewocky & Co. without being sufficiently anesthetized.
2 thoughts on “Hope Springs Eternal & So Does Willie Nelson”
Very fine, Stephanie, just saw one of his old cowboy movies w/ Johnnie Cash, Kris Kristofferson, Waylon Jennings and June Carter, STAGECOACH
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Thanks, Carl. When Bob challenged me to write this ditty, I was inspired to re-watch Wag the Dog.