23 August 2008

sure am- or once had
to be a bison
but not a buffa-
long so many
train rides i dont really
take but should
eventually i
might stampede or just
shout past the horns
and the hairy hairy
backs of dakota
not nearly a place to
raise
not even a voice
but whimper land-
ho for hours and hours
at the tops of topped
off lungs i bellow
as only a bison
would roam if it
couldnt go home

2 comments:

k said...

This is very strong.

Jeff said...

Yeah, this poem kicks asymptotes. I'm partial towards the one above as well.