Stallions weren't made for this bullydoggin' around

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Open Poetry #22

Stallions weren't made for this bullydoggin' around

Streen
Member

since 2001-11-28

Posts 169

0 posted 2002-09-30 09:22 PM

She lassoed me into a dry barbed-wood coral
ther other day when I was
lookin' to the grass.
And she still is tryin' to saddle me
with that galldurned, bentbrowed,
limpeared, foalpushin' western bit of leather.

Darned vermin can't she git it
through her thick hair
(meybe it'd smack her makeup
all into its place) that
I am meant

to be the mane of the world,
whipping the air in
sleak black movements
as the pulse of dirt
crunches through hooves.

The only beauty in my life is in
my running and
darngummit her whip just drives
that dust into the air
makin' me snort whenever
I heave with effort.
Stallions weren't made for
this bullydoggin' around.

Meybe if she wipes off that lipstick
she'll see my black coat shinin'
through the swirlin' clouds.
And meybe, jus meybe, she'll read

the stampeding language of the sky
in my mountainraising muscles,
and hopefully she'll see in my eyes
the beauty of her own kind.

All I know is she better not whip
me agin, 'cuz I know with all
the soul of the prairie,
I am meant.

Kethry
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-29

Posts 9082
Victoria Australia

1 posted 2002-10-01 03:37 PM

What an powerful image. Well done, I loved the language too
Kethry

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown

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