Lila, Queen of the Rodeo



Deposed queen of the neon rodeo

Cankered by years of self-loathing

Hidden among the ill-fated few

Cloistered in cans with faded labels

Waxed paper tossed to an angry wind

Left to shred on a fence of barbed wire

Ruler of smoky dominion

Sovereign house of fallen cards





Anonymous but to unfortunate few

Those victims of chance coupling

On beds of sorry circumstance

Suckled by sour tits

Turned out like cats to prowl the night

Turning up in winter

Bit and bleeding

Heavy with the weight of wind-blown seed





Faded rose bled dry in salty wind

Pressed flat against voluminous pages

Carelessly placed on slattern shelf

Reminiscence of broken cowboys

Bawdy tale of drunken discourse

Clinking toast to days of old

Haggard love song

Misery, gin, and yesterday’s wine


About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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