Pony Payroll Bones Talkin Two Poems for July
by Matthew PonY Bones Proctor
Pony Payroll Bones Talkin What we saw and heard in a children’s game
Let’s see who can hold thar breath tha
Longest underneath tha sunlight.
This was always before thunderstorm blue bruising
Old highway disappearing
Soundless carriages
Vaporous horses gallop
In tha sucking silence
Oak tree flood plain by Dykes Creek
PEcan tree and the pecan tree shadow
That froth of lightning when that thunder bruise storm gets real
Going.
THen night’s wet growl goes growls deeper
darker tones.
Pony Payroll Bones talkin When tha Roamer Gets Lonely
Towards tha railway
stars are sparks
The wrong dead guitar player
lures childrens
railroad in tha hot summer
baking animal left overs
railroad in tha hot summer
bends the air all around
Towards tha railway roams
the long dead wrong guitar player
lures all sorts
He did put tha moon
in tha blue black
summer night sky
It was a stray cat's eye
He turned into a marble
he put that
into tha sky
with his long guitar fingers
all sorts
go to tha railraod
never come back
days and nights
nights and days
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