defiling the ghost of Doc Holliday

wanted to write about something different

defiling the ghost of Doc Holliday

 

sallow photography

cowboy collage

 

dead bodies affixed

with fringe and pearly snaps

in the cedar coffin of history

buried in black muddy words

that are piled so thick

they mean nothing

 

workshopish paintings

amateur voyeurism

 

I’m an earthy-toned portrait

who needs to be hanged

on windowless walls

of wooden-logged emptiness

 

gunslinger shadows

say nothing

 

dance edgy facades

with the expert mask tight

 

as hollow as the bull skull

that stares with a grin

 

internet faces speak

of desert rose frenzies

 

typed with clean fingernails

they mean nothing

Author's Note

needed to work on some more original subject matter....I went to a John Holliday Historical Society convention, and this is what I wrote afterward.

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

Hey, as a proponent of desert roses, I object to that last stanza, mate. They mean something to me....

.....only kidding. Great look at the legacy of the past. The second stanza was my favourite - I'm a sucker for extended metaphor :)

[What happened to simple..]

I didn't follow it completely to begin with, but I enjoyed where it took me,

'buried in black muddy words
that are piled so thick
they mean nothing'

This is quite a different piece, fresh thoughts, experiences, =) I like it a lot!