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THE LAST RODEO 
* 
Sexual metaphors drip heavily 
like bearded clams 
into a sea of saltwater remorse 
as harsh words pass back and forth 
What's worse? 
The loss of words, stunned silence 
permeating the cavernous emptiness? 
Emptiness equaled only by the depth 
of our very own pockets, 
as hollow emotions and spent ideologies 
pile up like the bills stacked forgotten 
and unopened, 
their purpose rendered useless, 
the divide becomes more apparent 
and wider 
wider than the equator, 
as we go naked into the night 
back, 
from whence we came again, 
alone. 
alone at the last Rodeo. 
* 
WordPlaya, April 2009