Coffee Cowboy

Coffee cowboy beef jerky
US turkey atop the bully pulpit
No matter how you sculpt it, you lose.
Marble, clay, or imaginary way, watch it tumble
when the person says, "Pique a sage, speak Greek at this age?"
I M P O S S I B L E

Turn cows to gold.
Just how? I sold them.
Call Cool Hand Luke, he'll spool out the dollars.
Though he wants to call her, "Fortune,"
I say she's Luck. Luke disagrees even when he pays the fees.
I M P O S S I B L E

When times get rough, it's enough to blow
the storm door down.
The hurricane became an act to see how we'd react:
I say, "Rebuilding's the fun."
I M P O S S I B L E

Gulf coast wars post horror story lore
on message boards once hosted at the office.
Those silky spores explore more possibilities:
I feel ill, still others have to have their fill.
Blood and gore.
I'll nail complaints up on their doors.
I M P O S S I B L E

What do we know of kings?
They sing songs for us, fill a Las Vegas bus,
die and cause a fuss.
Don't tell me we don't love them any way.
Don't tell me we don't elect our royalty.
I M P O S S I B L E

Strange way to end it.
Send it to the editor.
What do you pay him for?
Your dreams laid out in reams on the copier's floor.
Get it? What seems obscene gleams some times.
This boils over. It's over?
Below the surface, it swims and teams.
Your scream:
I M P O S S I B L E

July 20