A CYBER READING OF ALIEN COWS

On the occasion of Madelyn's birthday

With a trashy trashed punk
probably old enough to be my
father
trying to sound like Mick Jagger
who is older than my father
But his lips are not big enough
crooning about some swooning
jailbait chick

The Inspector wouldn't believe it
But the patrolman saw it
He would not say anything
But he saw the old farm truck
Trucking down the dirt lane
just a double wide furrow
between the furrows not visible
now because the crops were so tall
but had to be there
because the crops were there
He had only seen the
top of the farm truck
It began to be dusk
quickly as soon as the
farm truck was almost out of
sight it was dark
The Sun no longer reflected
off the dark cab
and then they disappeared

The patrolman saw more
than just that
But wouldn't say anything
Nothing about their great bodies
hovering over the crops
eating. Or were the crops eating them
Great blobs of white
spectres abandoned the fences
And flew back across
the fields to bring in more
to mow away the hay

And, hey, I am just riding
cruising bottomed out
peeling awaythe black
from this silver night
but it's too black to bother
and an alien cow
descends on the hoodand that trashy punk
keeps on breaking glass
and cutting his best friend
because his best friend
is not really an omen
so he doesn't care
But what is this liquid
neon dripping over my wheels
Big white blobs bobbing in the field
dlb - 4 may 1984