Long Holstered Poems

Men, do not give up your dreams for these girls, keep sleeping. 


My cousin had read this phrase to me in August, when my wife left me for a harvard graduate that moved in our...

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...The devil didn’t hide, he strutted right out,
a smile painted on his red face.
“Why my dear sheriff, how in the world
Did you ever find my new place?”
Abner stared on, seething with hate.

“An old friend told...

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HARLEY DAVIDSON

The roar of the victorious twins that spark,
Enigma of the spotless glint in the dark,
The riders, symbolic of rare brood,
Tattooed with insignia and bandana as hood.

Third year of the twentieth century, there starts a...

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These leopard eyes warily see
another crimson dawn
on the cold concrete Serengeti

A scarlet sun
shaped like the barrel of a gun
Dark plume of heat
triggers the survival instinct scatter

Watch the bulls-eye prey run
Where to in the confusion?
It doesn’t...

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Run Away

Ticket counter still open but
	no planes departing
Ticket plus dog scheduled for 7:10 AM
	(Twelve Hours to nowhere)

Bag packed with who knows what.
Sidearm.38 snub-nose holstered on hip and loaded,
	permit signed by Sheriff himself.

Boarding pass left on...

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Happy Trails

Upon the floor I lay,
Glued to the black and white TV set:
In my western patterned flannel pj’s,
Toting a cap-gun holstered at the waist,
And a whistle tethered
To my cowboy hat chinstrap.

With my hands cradling my...

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The roots "false media"

Starving and hungry until I make it
Most others will rob you naked
Risk the take of the news making them famous
And buddying up with the plaintiff
Defending your right for liberty can't shake it
Jobs...

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The origin of the unicorn begin's in
A time and habitat where we did not live in
In Another Galaxy it could have been in
Or in an unexplored magical dimension

It was a land overflowing with milk and...

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High Noon Antics

High noon, the time was set upon this arid, sultry day
The guns would set against the other, quick-draw style
In speedy rivalry and bid to have their final say
With keen eyed rapid movement versatile

This...

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CHEPH111 CHAPTER FIFteen 
CHEPH111 CHAPTER FIFteen 
The BOY on MARS 
 
“His hair is green and red the same time” said the Matron IOLA ewe 
Charlax android one spoke to STOKKER “be carefull drinking that...

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With his old hat cinched firmly on his head.
    He pulled his six gun and let loose its deadly lead.
Just one shot was usually all it ever took.
    As...

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Cowboy Night at the Corner bar
The dark and the wind and the grey broken sidewalk,
pushed me to the bar, like a bunker at night with its 
black door ajar 
Cowboy Night at the Corner Bar

country...

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on a barren plain, the yellow flowers bloom
petals painted with sunlight that never shined
all the glory of the world gathered unfairly, although
how could a single bouquet ever manifest this?

verdant green questions boldly
a glimmer of life...

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Vibram lugs 2 inches thick
	for edge work back when
	I was so young
	with mountains to climb

the leather uppers
	with mink oil spread
	in the oven baked
	again and again

Mountains I climbed
	and dusty trails walked
	like friends of old
	they still remain

in...

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Two paths I cant choose
shoes racked, knee caps on the pews
Hands clasped we ask for a few
Key At Bats just to come through
Cause its the fact that we don't have a clue
about what is right...

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Fourteen horsemen are riding together
With pistols, and rifles, holstered in leather.

Bank robbery is the reason; it's me they chase,
Eager men of all sizes and different race.

The sheriff and his posse are hot on my trail,...

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It was in Historic Forcados,
Where I’d first touched Pride of Barbados:
I’d run into A Talking Salvador 
Long arguing with Unshaken Ricardo,
Whose interest were in Stark Bravado,
His body partly building with Mamador …

Bravado-Loving and Preaching Ricardo...

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End your war now decades gone
join again, relented brawn
plant once more your dirt less lawn
holstered arms yet never drawn

Brotherhood mesh in faux glove
family pride hangs black above
leave that hawk embrace that dove
homeless now, there is...

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A lifetime ago, somewhere in Houston, I really tied one on.
Somewhere in the wreckage of a ninety-proof night.
I got into a fight and lost the keys to my apartment.
With a boozy shoulder, I attempted to...

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At Sunday service
I found myself mystified
by something shiny.
			
It was Granny's gun
holstered, hanging on her hip.
She smiled so sweetly.

Nodding nervously,
I put my eyeballs back in 
and stared straight ahead

at--You guessed it!--a
pistol protruding from the
pastor's shirt pocket.

And...

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