display | more...
rodeo dust:
dusty clowns
from the dubious confines
of horn-battered barrels
barrels of laughter
laughing at the madness of a bull
and their own madness in the path of a train
why do i smell blood?
stoke the furnace of a man to such a height
that blood is all he hears
and barrels then?
their deafening vacancy drums the lie
that echoes through the grandstand bleachers
the bronco's broken the bank is bust

Log in or register to write something here or to contact authors.