Sunday, July 16, 2017

 

Cowboy


No...real one

-I wanna ride to the ridge
where the West commences.


-Leaving in the icky-sticky dust
all the East’s Fainting Fairies?

-I’ll never understand them boys!

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Thursday, June 08, 2017

 

The Cowboys of Desire


throng KMart's closing
sale. Nicknames abound.

Perfume=Stinkwater,
Panties=Manhole Covers.

All this said, not yodeled.

Meanwhile, Back at the Raunch,
The objects of these Cowboys
remove “covers” for others

more urgent, though less
clever. But Sagebrush
Desirers a forgiving bunch,
and after compulsory therapies

of booze and drugs, endow
the sliders with said

perfumes and panties.
(Mid Cottonwood glide
and murmur, and cactus
melodies.)     

Latter gift seizes each day
of week in florescent script.

Promising freshness in
the tired, tired
Old West.

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Friday, September 27, 2013

 

Family Deficits in Having Tradesmen


Busy as a Profession

Mad Hatter had none of his own, including one
he wore. He owed it, presumably.

A/C guy has the new unit on a skid, shop floor, as
his kids broil. His crews too busy till the end of
week. Children flee to Dollar General to hang out.

Mechanic has a few classics at home, but none
for errands. Wife's Focus in his shop with only
the kid to work on it. He has broken the new part,
so another ordered.

She wants her husband to do the job, but he's
wrapped up with the accountant to reconcile
mutually contradictory forms they submitted to
IRS last year.

An audit looms!

He phones his buddy at the Ford Dealer,
and a new F-150 pickup delivered to quiet her.

It's a hit at her hairdresser’s, a somewhat macho
gang. Except Mr Perry: “Too self-consciously butch,
like the slight cowboys in gross commercials.”

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