I want someone to invent
a coffee table book that
rapidly deteriorates and
transforms itself into something else,
so that the owner of
the $85 book on America’s Cowboys –
with silver gelatin prints of classically
rugged white guys in impractical-yet-hopelessly
traditional cowboy hats – will awaken one morning to
find the book transformed into
an authentic pile of horseshit sitting
on his artsy coffee table, with the track lights
repositioned to illuminate the
pile like it’s the star of the rodeo
Well, it has been over a year since I read this-and I still think it is hysterically funny....what a concept...
It is the 'star' of the rodeo - because everyone looks for it...if you don't, first thing you know, you're knee deep in - - - it! ! !
I come from home of the cowboys... rural Nebraska... they are all around, and I still found this greatly amusing... kudos for this one!
I come from a long line of real cowboys...not the weekend version. My pictures are in a photo album, or hanging in the recesses of realitives houses, but I still enjoy a coffee table book of cowboys doing their thing. Your prejudice is showing, Michael! Good poem, sad attitude! ! ! Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm having myself a great time re-reading your poems, Michael - I've just posted your 'Route 66 for President' to the website I'm currently moderating...