My Last Rodeo by John Blake Oldenborg

 

near the university

sanctioned horse

 

festival they learn

how to roam on

 

retractable leashes how

to pirouette mobius

 

strips in tomorrow’s

torn up turf these

 

no ordinary specimens

not from fetus

 

jars packed hundred

fold into roaring engines

 

the piebalds graze and you

can’t know instant coloration

 

you impersonate young vultures

ready to drop upon me

 

fellow field grazer dancing

in my brand-new ostrich skin


John Blake Oldenborg (he/him) calls Tallahassee home but currently attends the University of Nevada, Las Vegas where he is earning an MFA in poetry. Some of his poems are forthcoming in Misery Tourism, New Note Poetry, Rat World Magazine, Bullshit Lit, and appear elsewhere online. Twitter: @LMFAOldenborg  Email: [email protected]


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