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READING NOW

they keep probing

but, Oh brother,
this old man
has nothing to say to them

claims his memory
has failed hin completely
has forgotten everything

and he
whatever he was
by circumstance
or blood
is dead to him

but they are ruthless, insistent
probing, digging

looking
for common architecture,
time shared

trying to glean something
from this bag of old bones
before it
    becomes so incoherent

will not let him
get off scot free

escape the truth
so easily

reading him
these very words
I am writing now

not a keeper
a brother’s keeper of.
anything like
these
words      paltry few
senseless words
you
are reading now

HEADING WEST

pack my pearl handle quick drsws
I’m heading West
out into the realm
of the good, the bad,
and the ugly
.
following the Sun’s parabola
hyperbole
as it rises like a rocket
falls
   like a?bomb
seek out that long gone Zorro
California of Senor Thomas
Pynchon

hang around in bars
sit
  under the stars

become poet of the backstreet
empty bottle
empty lot
   scribe of the land

put a coupld of sweet ,45s
where they will
work best

the future returning to
reshuffle the deck
of the past by
       slick assassination

and there.
    desert delight
the place where the war was won
all wars
    will be won (all wars
the last war from
this moment on)

and here where
the scar of Shiloh ripping
itself asunder
   the healed wound of
Antietam tearing
itself apart

the text of the founding fathers
dancing throuhh ghost town
after ghost town

past by-pass
    after by-pass like
torn down posters after
poster, like
so much tumbleweed

like ghost dancers searching
for lost burial grounds

so much
to take in

before
    lost forever