old western crime
justice from on high
the men that had done wrong
peaked on acid
and saw the godhead:
electric articulation
organic epiphany
vascular symphony
played with bark, twigs
negative space
deep shadow wood
a child made of crags
crawls down a broken canyon
the ghosts of summer
the limbs of trees
ecstatic tantric
wrestlers, thieves
trails in heaven yet to ride
necks snapping in the wind
these drunken cowboys saunter
across the plains
the rope around their necks
whipping in the breeze
they rode the color trails
and died below the sun
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--Oscar