.
it rain'd last night
wet
soak'd
this a.m.
thuh mist
ankle thick
in thuh
diaphanous frock
she picks pine needles
from mine toddler spruce
for
tea
for
me
see
.
she puts
i meant pullz
her black (dark grey ')
jeanz on
and her blue jean
cutoff shirt
hern sexy
tiez it up
and spy'z
my
.
i were thuh
red ant
silently softly
suddenly
hern
spot i spy'd
((snap))
*whut ")
.
'neath thuh prairie'z
thickets
'long it's lush open
hidden
mostly
'twere that pink
halter yo
stuck it were
in duh visible
thump
'cross mine dome
her daddy'z
warn
")
.
for my
convenance
leopard
fundament winks
skirt
tuh die for
'blue'
strapless bikini top
(((pop)))
pardon mine
verbosity
(((yet)))
she wait'd
at thuh basin uv
hern hang
sea
for
my
excite
now that's thuh
tap
I’ve ridden long ’cross windswept land,
Seen men lie with a shake of hand.
Smiles can fool, and words can bend—
But a horse stays honest ‘til the end.
People come with masks and games,
Talk in riddles, shift the blame.
But a mustang don’t play make-believe—
He gives what’s real, not what you need.
A horse don’t gossip, scheme, or plot,
He don’t forget what folks forgot.
He learns your heart, he knows your ways—
And still he stands through all your days.
I’ve trusted folks, and paid the price,
Heard sweet tongues deal loaded dice.
But reins in hand and saddle tight—
A horse rides true in day or night.
I’d take a horse ‘fore any crowd,
Where truth runs quiet, not loud.
They don’t judge tears, they don’t fake grace—
Just steady strength in an open space.
So when I die, don’t dress me grand,
No polished wood or preacher’s stand.
Just lay me down beneath the sky—
With horses grazin’ wanderin’ by.
The sunrise paints the prairie gold,
The breeze still hums that tune of old,
Where once I’d ride with reins held tight,
Now I rock through the hush of night.
My boots sit still by the old back door,
Dusty dreams from days before.
The saddle waits on its wooden stand—
But now I hold life in my hands.
No roundup calls, no cattle cry,
Just lullabies and baby sighs.
I traded spurs for whispered songs,
And sleepless nights that stretch so long.
But oh, my heart—it rides each day,
Through love too fierce to drift away.
Though trails are quiet, and horses rest,
This little one is my newest west.
I miss the wind, the leather’s creak,
The freedom dancing on my cheek.
But I would choose this soft-eyed view
A thousand times, and all anew.
Someday soon, I’ll saddle high,
With baby watching, bright and spry.
We’ll ride again—me and the sky—
But for now, it’s lullabies.
.
clop
clop
clop clop clop clop
clop clop
clop
clop
what i go through
tuh be with ya girl
giddy up
.
ohh yeah
i can see it
her carry'n that
45
tuh shoot thuh
b!tchez
whuut
sum'z them b!thcez got
rabiez
.
aight
now tell me
again
your logic regard
'mine think'
lock'd
hern
"your
lips"
Thump
.
i felt her soft
brush 'gainst
my
i hear'd hern
whisper
"shh"
i watch'd her
brother
sneer
.
'Twere thuh finish
Line
"my horse and i
love'd your
grits
and
biscuits"
tap
i meant
clop
“Come one, come all!”
The hawker summons
Try your luck
On the unmoored Ferris wheel
Hurl a dart
At the Kewpie dolls
Win one for the lady
To consummate the deal
(Chorus)
Intruders in the festival
Outsiders at the gates
Nothing like a carnival
To bring up dormant hates
Where the pavement meets the grass
Behind the stand of funnel cakes,
Someone's getting hornery
Their pants down at their feet
This balloon-tank life
Is more than I can take
This Friday night special
Affords me no relief
(chorus)
Prizes, prizes, and more prizes
Mustachioed lady dons disguises
The smell of ether and saw dust
A dead roller coaster under rust
They say life is a funhouse
That explains why everyone is so ugly
A grotesque face in a curvy mirror –
A cotton-candy bed for an endless nightmare –
It’s carnival time, again.
He woke to the hush of a mountain thaw,
Where snow gave way to pine and claw,
The breath of spring in the alpine air,
Stirred the long slumber of the highland bear.
His coat still thick with the sleep of frost,
Not knowing yet what he'd gained or lost,
He sniffed the wind with a gentle grace,
And lumbered down from his shadowed place.
The creek sang low, the sun cast gold,
The world, once icy, now warm and bold.
He moved like dusk through the melting white,
Drawn by hunger, drawn by light.
But the forest's edge was not the same,
A ribbon of danger blacktop flame,
Where speed and steel meet fur and bone,
And wild hearts walk this path alone.
On Highway 14, the silence broke,
A screech, a thud, then rising smoke.
No hunter’s cry, no cub’s soft call
Just the stillness after a sudden fall.
Now he lies in the morning haze,
A monarch felled in the modern maze.
And the pines bow low in the April breeze,
As ravens circle in silent pleas.
For not all who wake from winter’s keep
Will find the spring they dreamed in sleep.
The highway roars, but none may hear
The soft goodbye of a mountain bear.
Cheap ale pools in a Styrofoam cup.
She’s barefoot in gravel,
anklet flashing beneath the floodlamps.
Pickup window ajar, radio blaring
“Friends in Low Places.”
Her jeans slung low,
hips marbled violet on the porch-swing,
ash winnowing across her thighs
from last night’s guttering fire.
I watch the buttes flatten at gloaming,
a silo blinking red—
a wound stitched into the earth.
She speaks of leaving at firstlight.
I say nothing,
fingers tracing the stubs of dead cigarettes
between her knuckles.
Coyotes keen beyond the barbed-wire.
The stars loom Pendulous
We do not lift our gaze.
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