Here Poemy, here girl, here boy,
hweet, hwheet, wheet…
c’mon—atta girl, atta boy, c’mon.
Bronkbuster’s muse is a dominatrix—
demanding, abusive, beautiful,
alluring, cruel, and
dripping wet—smelling
of sea and sagebrush.
Mine is on cat’s feet,
shifting shapes and sometimes
howling at the moon—
her edge cuts my heart
with fear and hope
I bleed on the page.
She, too, smells of sea,
torrentially wet
with lust and intent, crying:
“Coming through, get out of the way. Do your job, Lens Boy!”
for Paul Zarzyski
(top: USDA Forest Service; bottom: Fine Art America: Craig Tuttle)
Narble Furt Lives 
Such interesting and creative imagery, Jim. The poetry and the photography invite deeper conversation. I’m sure the story behind the inspiration would be interesting to me. 🙂
I’m reading Paul Zarzyski’s “Steering With My Knees.” He’s a famous Cowboy Poet who’s actually making much of his living from it. Like Andra, he works his butt off. Great character and great guy. Rode rodeo broncs for years. Met him briefly at the Cowboy Poet Gathering in Elko last February. He’s the real deal, studied under Richard Hugo and most of his poems just leap from the page. He’s a friend of a friend and I love his stuff.