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Recorded Reading (1:53): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/w5dgp7q6315txc8es0olj/Cow-Punched-Silly.mp3?rlkey=hy0doqe6cbtrwaks1xi56g4h2&dl=0

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Cow Punched Silly

Out amid the heather
With the evening drawin’ nigh
Same ol’ goddamn weather
In the same ol’ goddamn sky

Chewing on a sprig of wheat
While looking mighty good
Gets old, when not a single sweet
Thing’s there to say you should

Grass grows very slow
When it’s your only TV set
Reruns ~ so you always know
Exactly what you’re gonna get

Cows are not interestin’
(They chew their puke, okay?)
Whatever talk that you begin
They don’t have much to say

Not in the moooood, I guess
Too baaaaaad ~ those bags a’ fleas;
The birds were tweeting me all right
~ Right up until the freeze

I don’t know where my bunk mate gets
Off callin’ hisself our camp cook —
The alpha herd dog’s takin’ bets
Can’t tell his chow from wood

My horse an’ me, we go way back
Sometimes our friendship makes me cry
So very, very far on back
That pretty soon he’s got to die

Instead of just leanin’ like that
It kinda gets me spooked, the way
He isn’t puttin’ on no fat
He does that all day, every day

Another day, yep, come an’ gone
Time to sleep beneath the moon
See you’re already movin’ on ~
Well, don’t come back too soon!

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Homeless until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ this poet presently lives under perpetual threat of towing with all possessions should her 23-year-old van stop running for any reason.

She is badly in need of a modest reserve with which to field any emergency which might occur.

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