I take you everywhere I go
I take you everywhere, slow.

The sun sets to sleep,
The last of its rays reach the backs of the sheep.

From golden sun,
To rose-red set.

What's left of the turquoise blue sky,
Humming out its lullaby.

The cows mo(O)ve us on,
And the roadside trucks rattle strong;
Carrying next night meals to the city gone.

I take you everywhere I go,
Searching high and low.

You're all around, this I know.

There once was a man from Green Bay
Who made it a habit each day
     To ****** an udder
     While churning his butter,
Then go for a nap in the hay.

The cows float about,

bobbing in the green, ******* --


they hoist their tail sails.

by the light of the m👀n
in the blue @fterⁿ°°ⁿ/
həy ****** dibble,
a cat p!ays a fiddle,
a li'l d○g nam'd Skiffle
laffs like fracking a maniac,
& a cøw jnmps
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A cow is a cow,

anywhere in the world she --


looks at you deeply.

One horizon all

round the green sea, here and there --


a cow sailing by.

The cows are mooing,

sheep are bleating, and the wind --


disperses the seeds.

Fearful cows. Proud buckets. Sequestered and barbed.
Three freckles. A constellating of anchors.
Violating space.
The long road travelled and the long road ahead.
Each length, perfect reflection of the other.
You are travelling as a mirror. Roving.
Violating time.
Swallowing hours. Draped. A shroud of volition.
The sky is still crying. The sea is angry.
You hear it sometimes, underneath the wind’s wails.
It can hear you. Sometimes. But always it sees.
Violating mind.
What it sees sends sun to sky and turns rain to
tears of joy, collected in proud buckets, that
drizzle down, dousing the faces of fearful cows.

Oh Brown-eyed Beauty
this morn, you look so forlorn
What has you so troubled?

Through daybreak haze, I
follow her gaze, hear her sigh
Why would they take him?

She takes one last look
as he is hung on the hook
then she resumes her graze