photos to come later
I Came in with ladies & went out with cowboys
Intended to straddle but lost track of the seats
Tried bluffing to bullets which ought to have killed me
Caught four runners straight to the very last street
Snapped carrots, popped grapes, poured 3 pennies of bourbon
Sniffed at the sour & sipped at the sting.
Picked at the lettuce & counted out the lion’s share
Shook hands with the saxon and washed my cups in the sink.
I headed three times towards water, west, north, and east
to fetch the arboriculturist, & two pairs of his shoes.
He left behind his guitar & saluted his chickens
& I asked for his help in preparing a ruse.
We set out pursuing that most sapphic legend
The two headed monster of jocular lore
Found the perfect, blackest beast & the simplest, brownest binding
But no flowers at all at the last liquor store.
I lit up the kitchen to adorn the package
With decaying paschal roses, stripped of dirt & their thorns
Penned these words while chewing on the carcass of a rabbit
From an envelope marked for Jesus who I don’t expect to return
Soon I’ll write down the loving explanatory tale of the parcel
& lie down beside my beloved who’ll woke up laughing about legumes
& aspersions of regal shenanigans
& then doze, sweat, & snooze.
At dawn she’ll wake again, & drink up the coffee,
Hoist her own bag & the arborist & the package I made
& dawn is so close, when she’ll run so far away from me
Ever, but not only to return again, & again.
