sonny blue rides life
like a fast horse
barely-broke and bucking
holding tight
jingly mexican spurs
digging into the pasty-white flank
of convention and caution
pushing
every day
like he was racing the devil
to the wide, swinging doors of hell
giddy-up,
he yells into the hard-rushing wind,
giddy-up, goddammit,
giddy-up
