Ranch Picture

By Aydin Eliason

Well, wouldyalookatdat old fashioned picturesque
real nice fences, real picture of life well-lived that
ranch, barnyard hiccups and egg drink all the fixings
of that dreamy ox oil, you know what I mean old magazine
caltrop ain’t stopping my farming, ain’t keeping me from
building up my cul-de-sac, it ain’t nuh spaghetti western
in the Midwest errr, maybe we should go see them gathering,
I want to help out, see, but they’re already getting milk
I want to be involved, and so I’m trying to partake
in the clanking tunics, the fast belt delivery throw,
the excursions, trailing behind in frontback around
the water tower, checking up on chickadees,
maybe go find informal lunch box of hologram gam gam,
package of oats descending the staircase, now farmer
Bwown’s had it, raising livestock according to unique passion,
unique intrigue, studious observation of cattle, the creaking of
conch shells flip the blacktop like floody straws, firing off shots of prick prack into ritzy corn maze, storage basket troop dolloping along to old Farmer Bwown’s whistling,
the tune so invigoratin’