Barbara Wyre
Posted in Poetry on March 11, 2005 | 1 Comment »
We are cowboys and Indians
Chasing the woven hay bale
Flashing the trigger
In the vanilla acres of my heart.
The Nazi’s are invading
And we are buried in the
Riverbed of fantasy.
This meticulous gnawed cigar
Sizzles as it drowns, and we follow.
Swimming through the naked wheat
Stumbling on gopher homes.
It is there I my soggy racks
The keeper of the beyond
The [...]
