Thursday, April 26, 2012

Lost World of Horse-Drawn



Lost World of Horse-Drawn


You see it in the eyes of mounted deer heads,
saloons of poetry's source materials:
barmaids in thin cotton gym shorts,
muted TV screens in strip mall offices
where kitschy shit-heels gossip
and namedrop planning commission names...
and you see it lined up for firing squads
at non-season traveling carnivals.

In the heyday of it all,  when things mattered,
stovepipe hats had arrows through them.


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