by Tracy Roberts - copyright 1999, by Tracy Roberts
For almost a minute
I could taste my dream,
I inhaled it like a fine cigar.
It swilled around me like a good drink.
For a minute moment
I was there.
Have you ever been so hungry
for your dreams that you are dangerous?
Everyday, taking not only
one new step
but five or six
up that ladder, into the clouds.
Then in a minute time and space
I return.
Tang and bitterness slides down my throat.
That's my reality.
I take my new steps.
I am hungry,
I am dangerous.
THE PURPLE HEART
I wear that man's love
like a soldier
wears the purple heart.
Yes, ma'am, he did me wrong
Up and left without a trail
but I would take my love
back to that man
just as quick
as children take to trouble.
Bad news
that man was.
You know those good looking men
always are.
Had so many kids
thought he was trying
to start an orphanage
by himself.
But that man,
honey,
that man was just as sweet
especially
after the Black label
got to pouring.
Yep, I keep that man
right here
on my chest
like the purple heart.