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bardiphouka) wrote2005-04-13 03:44 am
bardiphouka) wrote2005-04-13 03:44 am
apad 13
On a sharp day in Montana
I sat loose limbed in grey river
watching the bison gather in
packed herds like New York commuters
In Bozeman I chewed on venison
on the weathered steps of a Ukranian Church
and played guitar for the girlfriend of
a Shoshone trying to escape Reality
THey held each in the other's eyes
The Rehab Warrior and the Barmaid
On a quest for sex and a space
where silence nurtured the dawn
They left me their venison and left
I rode in quiet, alone,from the coast
I sat loose limbed in grey river
watching the bison gather in
packed herds like New York commuters
In Bozeman I chewed on venison
on the weathered steps of a Ukranian Church
and played guitar for the girlfriend of
a Shoshone trying to escape Reality
THey held each in the other's eyes
The Rehab Warrior and the Barmaid
On a quest for sex and a space
where silence nurtured the dawn
They left me their venison and left
I rode in quiet, alone,from the coast