i always fall for boys with broken trucks
who track sod into the living room
and smell like cattle and cologne
with knotches in their hips from
tying dollars 'round their waists
strung from welding rigs and pipelines
bad backs, torn hands and ripped
ligaments scarred over and healed
with whiskey--
those men that cause a raucous
but attend the song of every whippoorwill
who take peace with them down in the
holler and carry sunlight on their backs
they've got bones so cold you'd think they'd
crack but they've been bucked by bulls and
motorcycle seats, and are quieted by the sounds
of a woman breathing--
softly, slowly, in and out
softly, slowly, in and out.
how do you not fall for the broken?
softly, slowly, in and out.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
i always fall for boys with broken trucks
who track sod into the living room
and smell like cattle and cologne
with knotches in their hips from
tying dollars 'round their waists
strung from welding rigs and pipelines
bad backs, torn hands and ripped
ligaments scarred over and healed
with whiskey--
those men that cause a raucous
but attend the song of every whippoorwill
who take peace with them down in the
holler and carry sunlight on their backs
they've got bones so cold you'd think they'd
crack but they've been bucked by bulls and
motorcycle seats, and are quieted by the sounds
of a woman breathing--
softly, slowly, in and out
softly, slowly, in and out.
how do you not fall for the broken?
softly, slowly, in and out.
(c) Brooke Otto 2016
I have writer's block.
