Monday, April 9, 2012

More... Your Gunslinger Shadow Grows Amber



More... Your Gunslinger Shadow Grows Amber


To observe (absorb?)
the enduring dead...

(Mysterious Dave Mather
dead and wormy
in an Oakland flophouse
suggests the late work
of a civilized West...
and no mystery
beyond a need-of-cleaning
pistol mentioned
in the will)

...you must allow
yourself to be
a lone figure
--clouds
like concrete
pressing down--
breaking your
interior ceiling.

All that aged,
rotted
drywall
falling in chunks from heaven.

Bat Masterson
yet approaches his squarish
New York City journalist form.
Steak-clogged arteries.

These are primary
juxtapositions:
Old West
and walking pantomime.
What a goddamned trick:
levitation with the dead.

          -To the Memory of Ed Dorn



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