What can I say? You asked me for my story, dear--a poem?

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I arrived weary and tired solemn as can be
gazing soulfully upwards I think I heard heavenly harmonies
you opened that screen door to let me in
you barely recognized me but you said "okay" and cracked some gin
kicking up dust coughing and sick
I ask what's the matter and you say its only your guitar pick
scratching and rattling and resounding
over hills and mountains I've heard you're singing
in China Town with the ducks hanging from their racks
and choking on tub-manufactured alcohol I sputter not so
I tangled with nice girls and attended mass that pastor could blow
his horn sureal-like it scared me
I jumped up from my pew and raced away see
and jumped into that pacific bay and paddled my way over here
to you hands on your hips I swear I even rode a steer
when the soles of my shoes wore thin and the highway pavement
burned my feet here I'll show you it's my own payment
for sins commited
along the way
I even passed up a gasoline man's daughter because of his mustache
you know me I don't walk away easily I could only pick up my suitcase
and go
smiling and twitching and hoping for a ride
alas no such luck but you'll like to know a punk tried to run me over
I fell and twisted my side
and stumbled my way to the nearest hospital for a care
but them nurses simply shook their heads and sent me on my way
as I left I heard them whispering I was a communist it's true I swear
and only with the energy to walk a couple of miles
I collapsed in a field of flowers
to slumber while cows grazed on my hair

them cows stole my pack of smokes and change of clothes
I rambled around I think those farmers thought I was crazy
they muttered and they spit my way and called me lazy
told me to get a job
and refered me to the local loon cracked out and insane
he ****** his rifle at my nose
and threatened death to my tears
I could only mumble slowly that I needed some medicine
his eyes did clear and he shuffled inside
and when he emerged an hour later he handed me some penicilin
I shot myself a coke
and rumbled and romped
'till all that was left was naught but my rump
now then it was midnight
and I had nowhere to stay
I would have slept in the church but God had the last say
flashing lightning until the pastor eventually asked me to leave
I was mad as hell I tell you true I shook my fist at Heaven
and got my hands on some wine 'till I did heave
and blood caked my lips
parched and dry

I lit a smoke and bought myself a cap
that said quite patrioticly "I love tea"
and in the dawn into some Californian town the townspeople did see
me sauntering into the outskirts
and gathering together they proclaimed me a Leninist
and ordered me burned at the stake the judge was a queer and spoke
with a lisp
and he was ordered burned along with me
and the security guard was an Indian
apparently that was a crime
so I was ordered burned with an Indian and a judge
and in our community prison cell a plan did rumble in my knees
and speaking softly I said anybody have a tooth pick--if you please
and dug my way out with those three
dogging my shadow all the way
and out free in the cold clear air we raced our separate ways
the judge going to D.C.
the Indian to Utah
and I pretending to be Esau did pull my way from the night's womb
on the ankles of a poor albino kid
when I asked him his name he responded with a glare
and with a look that could kill
he pushed me on down the hill
I careened onto the highway
and hitched mysef a ride
and traveled three hundred and fifty-two miles back to you
stomping ill at ease
with your withering proclamations and a bible that would make King James proud
and now I'm on my knees begging please
but my *ss you did oust
with naught but socks and Proust.

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I enjoyed reading this. You have great use of imagery that I think lets the reader get into your poems, especially this one. "Night's womb", "heavenly harmonies", "tub-manufactured alcohol", and also the image created of the judge. I also like the Biblical allusion to Esau. It shows the characters struggle and ambition to get where it is going, and to get out of where it is. It seems as though it has been blacklisted because of appearance and/or ideas and has been cast away. Then it is looked down upon by the people that he needs help from when help is needed the most, nurses and preacher. I liked this. Great work! I find the eighteenth line in the second paragraph funny for some reason.

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Thanks for your answer, and it's great to see you again, Zeppelin. Peace!