All the Bison Come and Go

All the bison come and go

Talking of Michelangelo

Waiting to be buffaloed

Left stranded on a road

Patient for another Prufrock

Rumpled man with an old rock

With tea and trousers in hand

A few nickels for a wedding band

Which one of you is mine?

Says the dandy with the candy

Who will give my balding head

A horny spin and a touch of red?

Or love me on the open range

After a scarlet romp in the grange?

The bison do not speak

But stare at him so meek

So much for all that Michelangelo

When faced with a man on the go

So Prufrock gathers his men

And girds the bison in a pen

If all you’ll give me is your stare

Then frolic for me in my fair

Where the commerce road is open wide

And Father Time takes his merry stride

Prufrock and his bison leave

For there will be no last reprieve

All that’s left are four hoofed ghosts

And stringy meat for drunken roasts

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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