rip, a Paul Bunyan fart (a comedy)

I wanna stand in the middle of the plain
and rip a big one that hits the front range
and bounces up to thunderheads,
shaking the rain out of the clouds
and echoing through cumulus anvils
across the Panhandle
I wanna make a stink that makes
cattle herds blink and stampede,
that makes sheep bleat in terror
ahead of a reeking dust wall,
rolling over all like a barrelhead

c. 2001. 2008 Evan Gilling

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