Trevor

 

Trevor with the golden empress mare
rump roast in fjords of long clusters
   clashes of conflicting colors
   bordering one another in otherwise disorder
   but on this daughter of rich lineage
   men have wrote poetry
   and made long pilgrimage
      (for the conflict in the color is so rare)
but even with Trevor
only one knee bends
and she never breaks her stare

Trevor with the swallow-tale tattoo
dirty and flat-faced
   maybe there's a trace of handsome
   in an alt low-rider belt buckle bucking chute
   meth fucking cowboy Ryan Gosling
   sorta way
only a handful of moments
a handful of days
not enough to be complete
couldn't quite tell if I knew what Trevor knew
left me his coil
kind words for the trail
and follow-ups even though he knew we were through

Trevor was there when I first drank with Dave
when I finally faced the devil in his den
   daring to break bread o'er the crackling tisk of cold beer
   bartering with significant ignorance
   might I have to best Brother Bear
   in his own cave?
      sort of like he had parted the deeper waters
      and led the way
managed each of my moments
in quiet fulfillment
Trevor
designer of my days.

TA