these broncos don't ride interstates

these broncos don't ride interstates

mamma's little cowboys

grow up to fall off saddles

but the insane ones get back on the horse

and buck their way to the asylum of carbon dating

and the print kisses back when the barn door closes

the hay is comfortable in the mind

but the mind is out to pasture

and a taller hat

can't hide the six-gun thoughts

whose aim has forsaken

them,

as the bullets bounce off the trees

of a forest so thick,

there are no trails left to ride... 

erin-cilberto

5/27/16

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

So, I may be far from your thoughts on this, but for me, this poem is about railing against progress and trying to stay old fashioned in a world where that no longer works.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

appreciate your words, KL...

j.