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 awkward intimidator with
Clustered spikes and loose innards.
I always slither on my belly
Like a condemned sinner in paradise
Under your swords.
But this time I am courageous.
My blood levitates me to your
Iron-spun wire as I balance.
I am Cortez conquering he Aztec,
Looting your pride.
I am a trapeze artist without my trapeze.
I am content, until you collapse
And cradle me in your thorny skin.
You tear at m thigh with corroded fingers
My sweat now blood
And arrogance distilled.
I can’t destroy your memory
Flogging my rebellion to climb you.
Twin raised scares and stitches marks
Are still visible
Like fuzzy caterpillars
Forever frozen in struggle.
Next time, I’ll take the bus.