textile hints of bovine breath
a touch or two of cow manure
some bit of flotsam in the creek
a galvanized public stance
trying to evoke mystery.
chop chop the barbecue
laden with sweet sauce
the molten behemoths sop up
the gravy and lunch with spurs
on feet swollen by gout.
no one enters saloons before checking
weapons, the clunk of pistols rocks
steady and beer sloshes in cold tubs
ready to be siphoned by straws.
not too much culture here
and pointed shoes make off
for Jeff City to secure
marriages, one man
one woman, then treading the muddy
Missouri for chocolate dessert.
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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Moo! LOL
You capture it spot on with deadly accuracy--BAM! Great write!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)