once
there
a 5-dollar stare
the sand in my wrangler jeans
outweighs the pennies of your pocketless dreams
kicking tumbleweeds
reckless
listless
out of place
like crasins in chicken fried steak
like coon dogs in outer space
like love in her eyes
nationalize
your fears
commonplace
like leftover foam in brown-bottled beers
keep your pitchers of wishes comming
and don't forget to leave a tip
copenhagen dip
shit
sweaty yellow armpit
but my nose catches the scent of old spice
mmmmmmm nice
sweetness on the tounge
climbing the ladder from the bottom rung
(somewhere close to cow dung)
but hardworking
and free
stable on my unstable balance beam
I breathe fresh air and swing on rubber swings
And at night
in the sweaty summer twilight
we spoon
I dream
I love.