Sick Men in a Hurry
The Poetry of Craig Heidrick
Craig Heidrick
These next few works are the words of Craig Heidrick, one of the Marginalist Writers group, who
currently hails from Ohatchee, Alabama. His work has been described as
minimalist, and compared to e.e.cummings. One thing's for sure, with a few
phrases he can paint very concrete, stirring imagery.
ELECTION BLUES
Masked men you're voting them in
webs of masturbating fools rule
scaly ratmen passing laws
beyond the touch of the law
shooting buckets of shit
into your mind
election time
SOUTHERN GENT
Whore mongering fat men burning their minds
sunday, monday night forever
throwing horse shoes
cheating
chewing tobacco
Yes I'll Pull Out The Chair,Tip My Hat,Smile Real Big
love thy neighbor (as thy love thy self)
all except Spics,
Japs,and of course
Niggers
four wheel drive maniacs
my tires are bigger then yours
women second class
subservant
beaten
Have A Nice Day Come Back Now,
You Hear?
THE BODY
The body swells from the heat of the day
strange marks tattoos on his face
in the left hand a pipe wrapped in
leather and feathers
in the right a flower
now missing one pettle
on the hill a horse at full gallop
and sitting in the shivering corner
blind fear in the hands of youth
MARBLES
Ma you member where my marbles are?
That's a fun game
Billy always tries to take my favorite
You know the blue one with the white stripe?
I saw them the other day
Suzy must of hid them
The last time I saw my truck she had it
I got new batteries
I love the way it climbs hills
Ma you know where my truck is?
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