Open Poetry #1 |
My Bovine Mistress |
Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Full moon slips through wispy clouds, like the slick, greasy streams of dun-colored smoke snaking skyward from sanguine stacks of the stockyards, puffing poisons into my lungs as the freight-weight bangs out its rhythm --Bang-ba-ba-ba, Bang-ba-ba-ba-- yellow, baleful eye lancing the frightened night. With the screech of broken nails on shale and the hiss of ten thousand and six vipers steel arrow staggers to a standstill sending greetings to the concentration camps of the Midwest: Auschwitz, Berkow, Stutthoff, Kansas City; unloading cargo branded by Man's hand, lowing moos sifting through the greasy dust. My bovine mistress winks suggestively at me, udders swaying in the lazy, tepid breeze stirring dervishes and zephyrs into riotous frenzy. And the watch-fires slowly ebb and die as full moon slips through wispy clouds. Alicat Got milk? ------------------ Le Jongleur Aspirante |
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Lorelei54 Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 458 |
You put alot of thought into this... words are wonderful thing! |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
If it was a steer, I would assume you are a vegetarian...... |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Holy cow! |
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