Digging Up Worms.

Wanna develop this one into something a little harder hitting.

There's a picture of James Dean on the television set
And a grimace wrestles onto my face
I hate that guy

Mmm, I hardly see grass at all anymore
I remember lots of juicy grass when I was a kid
Where did all the grass go?

The whiskey looks like amber
God, if only I could get the grass back
Another sip

Author's Note

Let me know what you think. Wrote it relatively quick. Not sure if I like it yet. Maybe could use a little more work?

Reviews

[Champagne]

I like it the way it is. It captures moving thoughts, fleeting images. This is a nice short poem that paints a picture and takes the reader close to the poet's mind.