Long Rawboned Poems

Last eve, alone, sometime between the moon and dawn;
that space between the real and what is just a dream,
a chilling breath of wind flew past the curtains drawn
shadows slid towards my bed; I tried, failed...

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I heard…
he was higher than the starry sky he painted
a genius’ stroke with a sable red brush
dipped in white opium dust 
of pain hidden from the mirror’s occupant
agony twisted darker than the starry canvas
concealed behind...

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A gauche gaucho, 
a galoot,
rawboned and grizzly, 
rode into 
a snoring border town.

"Google me," he said, 
as he hitched his mare to 
a wild hair.

The cranky cowhand 
had gambled on 
an internet cantina being open...

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A gauche gaucho,
a galoot,
rawboned and grizzly,
rode into
a snoring border town.

"Google me," he said,
as he hitched his mare to
a wild hair.

The cranky cowhand
had gambled on
an internet cantina being open
but the only horse in town
had been gridlocked...

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