by Extra

I see cows on campus.
On the walk I hear them.
Their hooves sounding off the broken cement
Brings memories of rows of man and beast
Marching in Memorial Day fashion.

I sense them in the classrooms.
Their nostril-teasing musk
And juicy grass squirting
Is an olfactory stroking.

Their smooth, cyclical chew
Like the seemingly effortless power
Of the rowing elite.
Their eyelids hanging like wet, week-old bags of grass.
The graceful sway of their fly-repellent tails
In unison, it seems.
In my seat, I feel the smooth turn of time,
The Rolex ease of its passage.

It's a throbbing contagion.
They're a throbbing contagion.
The comfortable pulse lulls me.
My eyes fill like the backloader mower.
I slip-
But class is over.

Now the cows are in the frat!
This is no crazed haze!
Their ears are twitching
More like a bumblebee's feelers.
Searching out honey.
The tails are snakes in death-throws.
Gone is the throbbing,
Replaced by the pounding.
Was the throbbing so incessant?
Swinging hammers for heads,
The chaotic stomping of jumbled hooves,
Splashing the beer-soaked floor around me.

I catch glimpses of eyes as I dodge,
I see their glazed, wild stares.
Do they know their dangerous power?
Or are they a juggernaut meteor,
Following its fate unaware
Until the inevitable impact with what?