Flaming Bill’s Wild West Show

Flaming Bill’s Wild West Show

A Poem by Nobody.

Flaming Bill’s Wild West Show

 

restless native ghosts

chant wolf howls into flick-

ering neon rattle snakes

that roll thunder

from a black storm

cloud tail.

 

should leave early to beat

traffic.

 

we’ll have to miss the death

rattle,

 

but I hear it’s only an echo

of the original anyway.

 

dead Indians are not rare.

every road in America is paved

with their bones.

 

apparently,

words like terrorist and genocide

weren’t always so taboo

in America.

 

nowadays,

they’ve been summed up in one

word:

hypocrisy

bullshit

unilateralism

CONTROL.

 

pull over.

I think that elephant ear

is rising from the grave,

too.

© 2011 Nobody.


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Bahaha. Splendid.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You always find the perfect way to say things, this is great.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

yeah , your right , good eye ...

as I hear those haunting echoes of Rush's 2112 ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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