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Tuesday, February 5, 2013

And He was human, I'm told


I have a new book coming out on Interior Noise Press. Some of these will be submitted for it, others will not. Laying on a pile of poems and  just posting them as I feel it. So, to read the poems that won't be on here...you have to buy the book! I'll let you know when its coming out, shouldn't be till later this year which gives me plenty of stuff to post stuff, and stash stuff, to make an incredible book.




                          And he was human, I’m told.




Like mistletoe

At a Halloween ball

He wrote words that moved to the beat

Of bank robbers making their exit.



Horses running,                

Firearms,

And suave exits

With close calls…


He was always a wanted man

And I’m sure it was hard to

be In two places at once


Making the beer cans on the fence

Holy with a rifle

And making the voices in his head

Prophecies with a little pen and paper.

He turned down lady luck

Said
“Sorry babe, I don’t wanna live forever.”

I still don’t know when the man slept

Trying to follow his footsteps

Leads me on a wild turkey hunt

I hang it up

When I’m hung over

And that bastard was the one

That Holden Caulfield

Had figured out all along.




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