Warren Falcon

Rookie - 306 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Stage Coaches, Hands No Longer - How It Is How I Am Otherly Conformed - Poem by Warren Falcon

...because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? - Pablo Nerud

You ask out of the blue: How are you?

(You want to test the waters first)


My answer: I thirst


Going into the wild west, I am


I am stage coaches

Hands no longer in my lap or yours

In a country of glow worms there are
no retreats only circles of wagons overturned

petticoats surrendered

ubiquitous white moon of buffalo skulls

curved horns

a spider web dew-dropped
between parted lips where
an arrow always misses/
rots the over-spun plot
thin thin
with only
you the
main


Me?

How now I am all scalp
and lips savaged free
untethered from the noun
the verb of thee

Who's driving the coach the dust will never reveal


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 17, 2012


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