Cowboy’s & Little Girls

Sun chaser 

Sun catcher 

Magnify 

Refract 

Multiply 

Bury the black seed

Push the pit deep down

Its gone but 

You’re afraid it’s grown

In the dark

Like fungus 

What’s behind the deranged cowboy 

He’s been on the road a little too long’

Had too much sun

Too much whisky

Too many smokes 

Chasing the laughter 

The dust up

The muster 

Seen too much

Knows too much

He leads

With self-righteous indignation 

You get behind him

Or get out of the way 

a dangerous animal is  

A man with nothing to lose

The upside down

Its her childhood house 

but no one is there

She runs up the hallways

Checking

But she knows she is alone

A vast emptiness 

silence surrounds

Dawn 

Black

Fades into blue grey

mist blurs the edges

She is in the last bedroom

Cornered 

She sits on the edge of the bed 

Waiting

She knows its coming

She has only herself 

Its the big dark and scary 

Brave (she waits)

Still (she is ready)

I’m afraid it’s going to touch me 

The darkness in you

Will bring out the darkness in me 

And baby I’ve been running my whole life 

And I’m not brave enough 

Im not strong enough

Im afraid that when I lift this trapdoor

I will see the seed of darkness in me 

Has grown into a forest 

And I can’t get out 

Destined to live here 

In the blackness

In the forever dawn

Where sunlight never breaks

my own breath, 

heartbeat, 

Foot steps, 

Reverberate 

Keep running, 

Less you be swallowed by the forest

There is no rest, 

Not a vine that won’t snare you and coil you up

Not a mossy patch that won’t slip you, spill you

Not a tree that won’t give you away

Flaking bark, the kind where huntsman hide

Creaking branches, the kind that threaten to come down and get you

Sometimes in the smoke I see your reflection 

A vision of another day

Where you can muster a thousand silver bumbies 

To break this dawn

And me 

All I’d need to do is grab one

And sometimes I think I hear their hooves 

But its just my heart pounding 

And im still alone 

In the blackness 

Waiting 

(Sometimes Little Girls are Cowboys, and sometimes Cowboys are Little Girls) 

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