(southern)

I only sleep with
Southerners,
I don’t mean
have sex,
I mean go to sleep
with them about
the place.
It is offical:
I do not like
Yankees.
At least not
too close,
preferably
not within
earshot.
They have a strange
way,
curt and short
they speak to you
like you’re
dog meat and
they’re too dumb
to know they’ve
done it,
and in the next
breath ask something
of you as a friend.
then give you a dirty
look if you’re not
warm and forthcoming.
They are cold.
and more than a little
dense.
It is true and
must be said.
But it is futile
to tell them,
I have done so,
they can not change
it is too deep.
After decades in
another enviornment
the remnants are
still there
And frankly,
I don’t want em
comin here just
so they can learn
to half act right.
I want to close the borders,
keep them in their
own territory.
New Mexico is full
of New Yorkers.
It is not right,
New Yorkers should
not be allowed to
travel or move,
they take that
energy and spread
it around,
the way gorillas
smear their feces
or the wall.
I do not like these
people,
I do not want them
in my world.
Non-judgment is not
all it’s cracked up
to be.
Nor politcal correctness.
Not in a world
where yankees live.

6/13/00