Perverse Prairie Poetry

FFA Boyz

Animal Husbandry

Horsy Young Ranchers

Chase County

Vocational Ed

Gothic Americana

Stoic Tricks

Being Natural

Afterwards

FFA Boys

Back in high school—

I found the FFA boyz

To be extremely sexy

So much more macho—

Than the pretend-butchy

Types in letter jackets

Instead of wearing those—

Garish leather red & black

Flashy jock jackets

Showing off their prowess—

As football, basketball stars

The usual muy macho

The FFA boyz were much—

More sedate with corduroy

Blue Eisenhower jackets

Animal Husbandry

Whether or not they—

Were goodlooking didn’t

Make any difference

Even the less handsome—

Primitive-looking guys

Were a real turn-on

They didn’t pretend—

They simply were

Themselves that’s all

Maybe it was their—

Pointy cowboy boots &

Cocky Stetson hats?

Maybe their tight—

Bluejeans all snug and

Comfy with their cocks?

Horsy Young Ranchers

Word got around that—

I was interested in

Horse-breeding stuff

Naturally they knew—

All about it and showed

Me how it was done

I blushed so red—

The first time I saw

A stallion go to town

I got weak in the knees—

He laughed and took me

For a ride on the Range

The Z Bar Ranch kid—

“Can you make a racehorse

Run?” he asked me…

Chase County

After that I gave up—

On jocks after school

The wrestling team ho-hum

How many times did—

I lose my virginity in

Chevy pickups at night?

Strong City became—

Awfully strong-tasting

My horsy hunting grounds

The smell of leather—

The Tall Grass Prairie

The Cenozoic chill

Out there late at night—

Under the starry heavens

Chase County Romance…

Vocational Ed

They hung around—

The Vocational Ed Bldg

Across the street

They were already—

Mechanics with engines

And farm equipment

Cars especially and—

Tuning up pickup trucks

Doing oil changes

Practical stuff—

Young farmers and

Rancher Know-How’s

I was just a novice—

But I was a pretty good

Fast study at things

Perverse Prairie Poetry

I began to lose interest in—

Doxtator opining literature

With Mrs Jaquith & Sullivan

Novels and science fiction—

Just didn’t do the trick anymore

After doing the FFA boyz

I was seriously into—

Hardcore Midwestern realism

And Gothic Americana

The FFA boyz reminding me—

Of stark Grant Woods portraits

& Edward Hopper architecture

I accepted the depressing—

Film noir prairie landscape

Wanting to know more…

Stoic Tricks

It was serious business—

Doing business with those

FFA boyz, lanky ranchers

Sometimes a lonely one—

Spotted at the Lyon Country

Fair so awfully alone

The harder they fought it—

Holding it back as long as

They could, looking away

Those were the kind of guys—

Who lost it all the way

So awfully heartbreakingly

I felt sorry for them—

The way some of them almost

Fainted, it was so intense

Being Natural

Naturally they got—

Used to it but still

Always holding it back

Almost as if they—

Had to struggle to

Not lose their Manhood

But when they did—

It was like getting your

Lips on a Shotgun…

A double-barrel shot—

In the dark in a Chevy

Or Ford pickup truck

The look on their faces—

When they saw me get

Every fucking runny squirt

Afterwards

I wish I could say—

I grew out of it but

That’s just a lie

Some went to work—

For Santa Fe after our

Graduation back then

Some stuck with—

Ranching out there & the

Cattlemen’s Association

Emporia had always—

Been a major shipping

And beef operation

Family farming and—

Ranching continued…

They all got married