Last American Cowboy

These words...these are fighting words.

I was not an only child,

Brother and sister had just gone "wild".

Left us alone, in my torturerous child home.

 

How can the truth be so underbeloved?

Brush it off and stay,

like we never saw it anyway...

 

My daddy killed my mommy,

And blamed it on the indians.

We didn't even live by Native Americans...

 

I know it was him.

Father, far from kin.

Drink that fire and die alone in sin.

 

I watched my first man hang,

When I was just thirteen.

How can identity remain?

 

It was a slave man,

He stole a white girls necklace,

Who ended up missing.

 

It wasn't him, I said.

The girl just ran away instead,

A Romeo to Juliet that even perfect cause death.

 

It could be my enemy,

An unknown entity that fears nothing.

Stay, at peace, think not of these.

 

I robbed the picture place.

I stole an angels face,

Acting her way into my shame.

 

Gun, bullets, and cleaning kit.

Still concealed in original tins.

My thoughts on death and skin.

 

Crime mimics the totem,

Still for few and chosen.

Why me and my men?

 

Saw a similiar,

To me the same,

Girl I aimed to claim.

 

The only pardon you gave me.

The sky's soul we've been saving.

A horse feed, and gray scenes.

 

Remember you asked me.

If I could "read honey?"

I laughed until red, baby.

 

The clouds of kin swept in.

Your duty do wrong in Mississippi.

I understand but what if I don't forget you?

 

I age with the Autumn sky,

My son calls me Isaac,

My ex-wife calls me sly.

 

I never intended to become,

Even just a lesser version.

Of the man I learned to love.

 

Tabacco is filtered now.

Tear it off into the ground.

Recycle my a*s, town.

 

The girls are so dainty,

My world has become slavery.

Remember my six-cylinder.

 

Back to the bottle,

Back to robbing.

Until the police came calling.

 

They shot toward me.

Contacting my head and torso.

Taking three men with me.

 

Suicide silenced,

An awkward God complex.

Judge me now, I said.

 

Mississippi, 1910

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Huge western influence, including books, movies, and living the LIFE of a cowboy. You have to be a bad ass, and not care about things seemingly necassary in reality.

Reviews

[Dushyant Thadani]

I have never read anything like this. It was very dark, very thoughtful, and it actually grabbed my attention in every line. It was well written, but I didn't really understand the message you were trying to convey through this poem.

[futurepast.]

This write includes a lot of small stories, as well as family dramas. I liked how it all came in together to draw a picture of the life they have been living. Nice write, I enjoyed it.