sonny blue

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


2002 Allen Itz.  All rights reserved. 

 

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