Cowboy

I don't care
if stuff's not clear.

I like a bit of blur.

And every morning is a new start.
Each day leads somewhere.

Today, I think, on a
wide screen near you,
I'm going to outshoot the baddie
get the girl
and ride off into a shimmering sunset
on my wobbly bike.

It should be a horse,
of course,
but I'm not really a cowboy.


don't come the cowboy


Poem copyright Bernard Young 2011