Ode to Bob Horn: A Modern Day Romantic
Tomcat pumps snap at two-toned rats in jest,
Swing up salmon chiffon! Take your peek
At creamy thighs in motion, hard at play.
Make way for knees that left their bones at home,
They’ll stomp, they’ll raise the glitter off the ground.
A surge runs through the animal!
A neon current spurs the sea!
They beg to be infected by the song
That raises stiffened limbs from earthly tombs,
That galvanizes nerves left for decay,
That calls to times made happier with years,
And charges through the brain at blinding speeds.
The next number commands the heart,
A doo-wop anthem for baby…
They are deaf
To the coup (coo, coo, coo)
That these chords
Will strike (sha, la, la)
But steadily it’s climbing in their throats –
Their
…….Thirsty
……………..Throats
Like lions after slumber stirring fast,
They come to know a power in their jaws.
It’s a sensation
That won’t be shaken
Till they understand they the vagrant when he cries:
“Ye are many – they are few!”
The Oyster Kiln 