Q ~ What did the cabby do after he shot his prize-winning buck?

A ~ He took it to the taxidermist.

Apex Flingshot

The tired Peter drips off to sleep in his vest; his tight-knit polyester Venecian vest
His legs knotted
His eyes drooped
His stomach filled
With the best parts of each left without him
And the weakest begotten from the ashy torpedo loopers

Dry it out and calm down
His old, wet desire is washed and coming up around the bend
It's like black and brown molasses
Not thick, but thicker

Just when you think you are halfway home, a tattered bulldog approaches you, barks in a grumbly way, like he has a furball, even though that's more associated with cats, but that's what it sounds like, and says, "you've been home the entire journey, but you'll never be there and you'll never see your home, but you're there right now".

I feel good, as if I could run marathon after marathon. Or at least a mile of the first marathon...