- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Salad Bar Gunslinger
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- On prison work release
at Valle's Steak House
He fires cherry tomatoes
with the speed of a single action
Colt .45
cold & lean
no one dares call him out
in this stainless steel corral
The womenfolk all dress in black
lining up in mourning
waiting to view the recently departed
one daubs her pretty forehead
another adjusts her makeup
and brushes her hair
The grease pit haze hangs in the background
like a fog in a poorly lit daguerreotype
painted smiles
punctuating the grimness
of the proceedings
The young blond with gams that
reach for the sky
flutters before him
averts her eyes and smiles
forcing a nervous laugh
she bats her lashes
and strikes a pose of virginal primness
"Jesus, it's hot!"
The gunslinger watches
wrapped in shrouds of steam & sweat
standing apart
lest his disease touch the woman
tainting her somehow
He draws and
fires
The mourners keep coming through
the swinging doors
dressed in black
an endless procession from
seated blue hairs to the funeral pyre
shouldering burnt offerings
they pause before the gunslinger
eyes averted
He draws and
fires
They say that Billy the Kid
killed twenty-one men
before Pat Garrett gunned him down
Garrett was supposed to be his friend
but he shot him below the heart anyway
it was just before midnight
on July 13th
seventy-six days after his escape
from the Lincoln County Jail
he'd only killed seven or eight
but no one fucks with a gunslinger
The hired gun walks through grease pit haze
in this stainless steel corral
midst muffled whispers of
"you know what he did?"
and everyone knows he must have killed
at least twenty-one men
and all the womenfolk dress in black
primping and fussing
powdering shiny noses
waiting for the next funeral
He draws and
fires
- COMMENTS
Tathagataalmost 20 years agodidn't get an "E"?
one of the best things I've read in a long time
Please, keep it up
Thank you
twelveoonealmost 20 years agois there no end to your talent?
this line floored me:
"The young blond with gams that
reach for the sky"
How can somebody take a line like that (so tired) and work it in so well, so it becomes fresh in the context. Damn, a master! Remind me never to have a shoot-out with you. I'll surely lose.
tungtied2ualmost 20 years agoof a Waffle shop in DC I used to go to which was owned and run by ex-cons. An almost palpable sense of danger permeated the place.
Thanks for bringing back those memories.
