Eddie Gibbons

Jesse James Joyce - Poem by Eddie Gibbons

The day's been as glum as a poet's accountant.
A little more adventure wouldn’t go amiss,
so I’ll saddle-up my poems
and head ‘em all out West...

I’ll be The Lone Rhymer,
gunning for maverick metaphors
and vigilante verses
with silver-bullet six-shooters.
(Who was that masked muse?)

Or dressed up all in black atop a palamino,
catching Davy Crockett’s hat
falling at the Alamo.

Poem on the range...

Where desperado couplets
dressed in ponchos
and sombreros
pass out on tequilas
in El Paso haciendas.

I’ll be Jesse James Joyce
with a Stevie Smith and Wesson
ambushing the Pony Express
for Seamus Heaney First Editions.

I’ll pow-wow with Cochise
inside a ring of fire,
trading buffalo hides
for bows of burning gold
and arrows of desire.

Several boys named Sioux
will jostle for a view,

Sitting Bull will have to stand
to see above the crowd

as I read aloud
Custer’s Last Stanza.

Then I’ll scalp Ted Hughes
and become the first Poet Lariat.

Comments about Jesse James Joyce by Eddie Gibbons

  • Adeline Foster (9/19/2012 4:41:00 PM)

    A repertoire of American folk lore tied up in a poetic bow. Lovely. Read mine – We the Unencumbered –
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  • (4/1/2012 12:26:00 PM)

    This is great, , Eddie, I love it! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 29, 2011

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