30th Dec 2009
a cowboy
dazzled me
with his
belt buckle
as I blew
his snow
in the television
glow
i’ve
squandered
nothing
and
get on
down
with the
years
you are
very large
very large
and full of air
I’m most sane
when charged
& full of
pops and bleeps
with a steady
backbeat
get on with it
toss my top
these jailers
play the price
play the fetish
in the suburbs
we’re getting
dicey