Pioneer Town

I don’t believe in romantic atheism

I suppose that is a detriment to my character

I have never been able to locate the stable

For my white horse assigned before birth

However, baring my soul to reach out in naked plea

From atop a donkey in street light manifestos

Is fraught with a virus of ineptitude

Setting off trip wires of need, negating the reciprocal pursuit

I am staggered by my belief in old bovine theories,

Where the haggard are made into hamburger

While one bull inseminates the entire herd of heifers

Only to practice all avoidance once the spread is complete

And he is replaced by another ordained stud

Like a pheromone release catapulting olfactory pellets

Of subsurface desperation like relationship repellent

Into the brain once effort is extended all need for interest

Is negated with absolute termination of sentimentality

Concern or romantic reciprocation

Pathetic kindness stitches the doormat 

As if it is the thread of neutrality sewing the fabric

Bathed in beige that belies all context for concern

From anyone moving through detaching the mud from their soles

Like speckles of nonchalant accoutrements

I may be the last cowboy to believe in romance

A troubadour at the last pioneer town bar

Begging for a solitary audience snuggled on a stool

Waiting on a window like a daffodil in winter

For an eardrum for my chalice of syllables

Dribbling the beats in reverberating waves

Expanding her irises with hooked accords

Raising the partnered apex of the edges of her smile

The moon wanes like an envelope closing

Stories written and messages mailed with the fruition

Of misguided hopes, as if the return address contained transposition errors

Knowing the cold code of re-writes and edits into the witching hour

To assure the author of every opportunity for an earnest presentation

Would have all but prevented such crimes of numerology

And the cowboy rides into a black still wind like a block of empty

Brushing his cheeks back erasing external semblance of a curvature

Flat and stark staring into the streetlights out of place on asphalt

With hooves clopping in a fatigued arrhythmia

Staggering to find a new song