Friday, January 31, 2020

Where Are My Beautiful Sheep?!

Couldn’t sleep yesterday night because I was all wound up
(so my Fitbit rated my sleep performance poor).
I guess today I’ll get caught up.
Caught up on projects, that is, because my brinkmanship
has been so winning lately—slinging the gore

wide awake holding my pistol barrel up.
Old paint hoss hitched to the water pump,
hooves cracked and sore.

I need to get them doggies headed up
(and cut out the strays). And, of course, I’m all up-
to-my-ears in coyotes and my eyesight's poor. Did you hear
me say, I couldn’t sleep yesterday night because I was all wound up?
Well, I’m weary, yes, but at least I don’t have the clap—
gonorrhea can make you plenty sore
down there under your saddle
say no more. I got caught up
on my azithromycin regimen a while ago—
needed when life’s allure
makes it so you can’t sleep, you’re so wound up.
OK, today I’m going to get caught up!