the fifth bronco second

normally . . .
whatever that is
five seconds . . .
whatever that is
is not like this
five seconds
broncos and bulls bucking
at the rodeo
five seconds the difference
between a broken back
and a pabst blue ribbon
first prize

sitting in the too hot bleachers
sipping a gin and tonic
looking through ice cubes
seeing elizabeth taylor
riding a black velvet horse
front legs rearing
like hiyo silver and william tell
and roy rogers
lusting for trigger
cantering smartly with dale evans
ice cubes and elizabeth taylor
hot like georgia

if i were the bull
i'd spend the first second
throwing me headlong at
elizabeth taylor

the second second
i'd spend flying flying
through the air

the third second I'd
make love to elizabeth taylor
in the dirt

the fourth second
i wouldn't care
if the ice cubes melted or not

the fifth second
if I were the rider
the bull would be long gone
if I were the bull
the rider would be dead

by the second boy second poets