Pastures I walk on
Where my window-less remains.
Crickets and butterflies,
Like this dusty ramblin-rose.
I am not a soldier,
Bandaged up and bruised,
I am a the lone cowboy
Pictured and framed.
It escapes the wild warriors
With my heart: dear, forever.
Like a copper pan at the tin store,
Stars in my campfire.
Cyclical moon which bringeth thy sun:
Boil over warm coffee.
Because I love this way,
Where my window-less remains.
It came and left;
Brought no shame.
Did not add
To my name,
Nor flow with
My bulging ebb;
My jive.
I didn’t wave,
Nor shed a tear.
Forever remains
A lingering stain.
Wilting tulips peeking out between
Tufts of Kentucky blue
Old fruits in decomposed remains
Soiling nurtures death
Sprawled timelessly, endlessly
Vacant amongst giants
Sit cozy cottages
Squished and disheartened
Grave-ly/like plowed
Widened and trimmed
Single track adventure path turned
Paved mountainous road
Rounded and tied
Bales of hay
Feeding quarter horses on
Four wheels with exhaust
Life stream in valleys floor
Where abundant game roam
Cement barricades trapping
Forever more… dam
A rare bird
Just flew my way
She screamed my name
And excitement remains
A rare doll
Just winked at me
She seduced me easily
And excitement remains
A bronzed whistle
Just blew it’s lid
It curled my toes
And excitement remains
A sensual cat
Just romanced my night
It calmed my senses
And excitement remains
Excitement remains
There’s no drowning shame
I’m awake with demands
And excitement remains