Yesterday, 08:30 AM
Under red raw sky the call goes out—
Look out! Look out!
Bulls about!
A dusty haze beats forth, raging
herds of restless thoughts charge by and I
try to jump one to make it stay or to
let it take me away, away! Lasso loops
around, around and slips down — off! Darn!
Not this time,
but soon.
Look out! Look out!
Bulls about!
A dusty haze beats forth, raging
herds of restless thoughts charge by and I
try to jump one to make it stay or to
let it take me away, away! Lasso loops
around, around and slips down — off! Darn!
Not this time,
but soon.