Not answering phone calls from Texas.
Too many lost relatives there buried
below the Alamo. Bedded down
with the bones of Davey Crockett.
Detectives say the skeleton woman
kissed & caressed & blew new breath
into him to go there and die
& she had the bones
of a cheerleader
Ain't eating ice cream no mo
no mo no mo .,. Not answering
phone calls from Kellogg or Coke.
Not from the president.
Not from Jesus or Buddha,
with their bones hid safe,
all phones being burners,
or even the bones of chairman Mao
Oh no ho no oh no
He had the soul of a cheerleader.
A suitcase in the ditch.
Jammies with pink polka dots
burst out from the sides.
A chess game missing three pieces.
One empty Hello Kitty wallet
left to fade in the desert sun.
One unhappy story unknowable.
There were no bones of a cheerleader,
The very next day I don't know
if I am ever going to be okay.
She had the bones of a cheerleader,
an angel with no light for a day
of smokes torn to shreds for tobacco
in my zombie space alien pirate party tray.
Nothing more resourceful than a smoker.
Nothing to say to the devil running the day.
I have the bones of a cheerleader.
That's what the doctors say.
- Douglas McDaniel
Tolleson, Arizona
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