Stage Coaches, Hands No Longer - How It Is How I Am Otherly Conformed
...because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? - Pablo Nerud
You ask out of the blue: How are you?
(You want to test the waters first)
My answer: I thirst
Going into the wild west, I am
I am stage coaches
Hands no longer in my lap or yours
In a country of glow worms there are
no retreats only circles of wagons overturned
petticoats surrendered
ubiquitous white moon of buffalo skulls
curved horns
a spider web dew-dropped
between parted lips where
an arrow always misses/
rots the over-spun plot
thin thin
with only
you the
main
Me?
How now I am all scalp
and lips savaged free
untethered from the noun
the verb of thee
Who's driving the coach the dust will never reveal
poem by Warren Falcon
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