
for e
not a hint of red anywhere, not a rose in sight
spent the day in colorado springs got stoned in estes park
slept that night in a dorm with friends at u of denver before
setting out for wray before the dust and evenings with wyona
and her boy ate her cooking breakfast lunch and dinner
watched tv until it was time to say goodnight dragged my
weariness across the sparse grass to my trailer listened to the
sound of my own breathing until sleep caught up with me
worked cattle all day git up girl git then the lonely nights
while the boys went to town to rip it up or back to their wives
and kids wyona mothered me which is what i needed her boy
reminding me of myself at that age believed in everything and
nothing went to bed on time slept through the night but
for the nightmares lost my taste for the mountains that fall
i once was lost but now i'm found found myself on the prairie
Poetry by jim

Read 266 times
Written on 2017-01-29 at 00:45




![]() |
Ann Wood |
![]() |
Ann Wood |
Texts |
![]() by jim ![]() Latest textsShort WorkThe Saddle Disconnect James Dean Reimagined Fourteen More Lines on Whisky |

