Contributor: Ken Allan Dronsfield
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We’re cornstalk cowboys,
drinkin’ shine from jelly jars.
Burning ice cold flaming tears
toasting every Friday night.
Life lost in evanescent dreams
all the while in a gifted stupor.
An apparent suicide attempt
on the porch after midnight.
Cross-eyed gazer to the stars
thoughts rattle about the brain,
kindergarten fun eating paste
and thinkin' bout the untouchable
prom queens and cheerleaders.
Perhaps a bit short on looks,
but I’m so freakin’ shy by nature
thinkin' I'll just sit right here drinkin’
shine, feelin’ absolutely nothin'.
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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet from New Hampshire now residing on the southern plains of Oklahoma. He loves life!
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