My Country Tis’ Me by John Grey

Hot summer’s day,
prime time for insects
and the reflex action of my hand
swatting them, whacking them.

Too small for naming,
they’re just critters
with a liking for my skin,
the heat of my blood.

Even relaxing,
I’m like a cow
with its tail twitching,
so used to it by this
I figure a body perfectly still
must be dead.

See me from the air,
yes that’s me catching some rays,
fighting off the enemy,
chilling out,
squishing and squashing.

Be in my life
and I’m as calm as you’d want me,
all the peace on my lips,
all the blood on my hands.


Published by

Jeremiah Walton

Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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