cowboysA Poem by SkinlessFranktall tales from the days of my adolescencewe spent the weekend taser-gunning the cows Billy rigged up a bathtub in the pasture where we heated the water to a boil and gently placed them in
their soft smiles thanked us and a foamy grey film bled out as they sunk below the surface
Billy retched and I told him to be calm it’s just the final essence of their kindness I said their inner milkiness
then a ruby-throat came to draw in the nectar from a cluster of bee balm flowers immortalized in mid-air and still more cows wandered forward
in their smoky flatulence we found alphas and deltas that we arranged into formulas on a tarnished silver plate and as the campfire embers glowed deep red our sleeping sacks beckoned to us
we drank down the final gulps of hot miner’s tea
and Billy pronounced it “more of the stuff that made Rome great” © 2016 SkinlessFrankReviews
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