Saturday, October 22, 2016

Gold Rock Notebook #16



Gold Rock Notebook #16

Middle-East human body headlines, forgotten passwords, the way an aged dog sprawls on a bearskin rug in front of your mother's tossed-off 1987 blue leather-bound Hotel Ritz Diary.... The avant-garde left you behind to mop out sunrise bars.  Raspy magpies, highway skunk-scream, the moon saying, I'm only a little bit afraid. You shuffle old issues of True West magazine, pause at back page ads for custom made bogus Doc Holliday hats for those who like to play dress-up.  When they shot a film in the old days, Frankie Laine or Tex Ritter sang the theme song.  So it is that moonlight justifies itself on pools of blood.

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