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Today I present, free of charge, the first round of my first manuscript: Six. Rounds. with. a. Gun.Slinger.
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Journey of the Murderer
(A long journey into
the poetic)
I
The  silent killer walks among us…
Erasure!
Abrasion!
Bleeding and Bruising!
Dis-Colored!
Dis-Solved!
Dystopia!
Collapsing Social masterpiece!
An architect paints silently for survival…
Failure!
Renewed effort!
Time expires!
Coffin creek!
Float down the river!
A knot on a log!
Peeling bark!
Rotting shell!
Drowning in ocean waves . . .
Engulfed, swallowed, sunk
A Tragedy!
The Comedy continues…
But the Clown is not laughing
Recounting sad, ironic stories.
Amusing musings
Abusing sensibilities!
Non-sensitive …
A grinding pain
The Gears of War are stuck                                    2
Forced into position
Imp-position
The Devil is in the fantastic details.
Tales of Wonder and Suspense!
Placing everything on hold…
Don’t let go
Obsess over the smallest details
Nothing insignificant
Everything lost
Artificial paradise
Infantile world                                                                              3
Turning water into wine
The fruits of your labor
The price of flesh
Mechanical toll
Counting time
Moments fade
Into the Mystic                                                                            4
Ominous clouds form
Foreshadowing
Drawing conclusions
Missed introductions
Poor aim
Splattershot
Shotgun
A million bucks
Women and whiskey
Drowning his sorrows.
No End in Sight                                                        5
Blindness                                                                   6
Zebra paths and death traps
Tribal warfare
Guerilla Tactics
Monkey-in-the-middle
Curiosity killed the cat
Who came back the very next day.                       7
Much like the sun
Spring has come…
Supernova!
Dreams Cast Aside                                                   8
Hanging from Zac’s guitar stings                          9
Like Silver Threads and Golden Needles                10
And just as useless.
Don’t Talk Now                                                        11
Silence is Golden                                                     12
But diamonds are…
Everything that glitters is gold
Gold Diamonds
That chandelier is Gold on the Ceiling                  13
Run Like a Thief                                                         14
A Gentleman’s Agreement
Death by pistol
Doolin-Dalton                                                            15
Turn it up! or don’t                                                 16
The Eagles say
it’s the same either way.
Knowing what Newton knows
The Space Cowboy is the only fool
to do what you want him to.
But you Don’t want to live on the moon               17
Though the shadow dancing
Makes father and child reveal magic
Error-eignis
A Series of Unfortunate Events                               18
Words fail
Worlds collide
Touch and go
Gone astray
Mistaken identity
“Not guilty”: this time
Smooth Criminal                                                       19­­
Walk Away                                                                 20
Tend [your] Garden                                                   21
Rotten tomatoes
Reader’s response
Unanswered questions
Forbidden knowledge
Apple of his labor of love
Baby Face Nelson
“The valley of the shadow of death”                   22
I wonder
Am I Living for the City                                           23
Is there something better?
Better off dead
Bone rattle
Chanting
Unfamiliar sounds
They resonate . . .
Engaging the mind and soul
Give me liberty or give me sight
Wishing to become a seer
A Vision quest
Clear the dust and ash
As these walls burn down around me
The doors are gone!
Free passage…
Travel takes its toll
And Karma is a cruel mistress
Who will leave you high and dry
Then the sand man will carry you away
For you do not wake
Your journey is long
Your wander-lust unsatisfied
Finding only Jaggered                                           24
Pessimism
A fine line
Another fine mess
Mythologies
Shamanic tradition
Smoke and Mirrors
Pure magic
Poetry in motion
Revolutionary poetry
Going nowhere
Lost thrills in old shoes
Bittersweet Surrender?                                                          25
It’s too late
I must leave
He’s long gone
To reason
Lock-up
Locksmith
Prison maker
Passed the bar
Practices justice
Naïve condemnation
He is not a murder
He must forge a life worth remembering
In steel and iron
But the coal is gone
It seems the end is nigh
But Nights are Forever                                                                                       26
And he can’t sleep.
Deprivation yields hallucination.
Welcome to my world.
Incantations and conjuring.
You clearly believe.
He has no doubt.
Proceed without caution
Fear is your enemy
Courage your creed
A bloody knight!
In coal-colored steel,
Buried alive in bodies.
No one can save him now.
A lost cause
A sound effect
But no one hears
They speak nothing but evil
Vile
Veil
Live
Life
Lost file
Digital corrupt
Identity theft
And deletion
Erasure as murder?
Lost footprints
Chasing Sasquatch
Hidden in plain sight
In your vision
Awaken!
Blinding agony!
Binding agony!
Biding time . . .
Help will not arrive
Victim of paranoia
Perpetuated sleeplessness
Imminent danger!
Impendulum
Grandmother clock
Keeps ticking.
Winding down.
The Gunslinger enters.                                         27
STRUMMING                                                            27
A horse is a man, of course
Why the long face?
Why so short?
How’s the weather?
Down there . . .
Below, but how?
Six feet under Hell.
Play with fire
And become the human race.
Never mind the vehicle
It is not the destination
Destiny – Des-tiny
And the meek shall inherit.
They can’t take it with them either.
Material of the material…
Constructed of flesh
Fleshing out ideas
Knowledge battle
A run for the war of what?
Sweet odor . . .
Sensory satisfaction
With unsatisfactory results.
Pumping heart on sleeve?
Punctured by its thorn.
Hearts broken
By the material
Objecting to the object
no-thing                                                                                                   27
Rhymes with orange…
So strange indeed
In-deed
A house is not a home.
Love be a better house for the homeless.
Whether weather or hunger
A man is not a stone wall
A woman is not its play thing
But the games continue.
A roll of the dice…
Running from dicey situations
Running on empty                                                    28
Like Bedrock vehicles                                           29
But let us return to the stoned age
Blazing
Hooves on a fiery steed
Like the seeker of lost souls
The Ghost Rider                                                                        30
Everything in cycles
Over again
Repetition
Familiarize
We lose our world
Falling from the spectacle
I feel, he feels nothing
Uncomfortable Numb                                                          31
Analsthetic
Behind the times
Being-toward-time
Death walk
Pistols, rifles, ammunition!
The whole world has gone to . . .
That place where everything’s bigger.
Have a drink in the Devil’s saloon.
Not the cider, mind you!
Hell’s not so bad if you don’t know you’re there
Mundus naïve                                                           3
A Western society
Six-shooters, colonial oppression
And all that shit!
Turns out you can have it all,
You just can’t have all of it.
It is not an accident,
But accidents do happen!
Often it bears new fruit…
Bad apple or goodness in other fruit,
But any food rots with time.
This is why we must absolutely not be modern!
We must be something else.
Not more,
No further!
Do not proceed!
You must not!
You are killing art and poetry!
Murderer!
A blade to the page
Paper-cutting.
May nature return
The violence you commit against it.
Six feet under
Entangled roots
That run deeper
Than your superficial reflections
Narcissistic philosophers.
A flower in poet’s garb
Preaching one’s own beauty
While leaning toward the sun.
You too shall wither and fade.
Blades of grass are also sharp,
A trait which eludes the modern poet.
Escape by Journey . . .                                            32
A voyage into relevance
Il faut absolument s’engager!
That is to say
It is absolutely necessary to engage!
Alienation yielding alien-nation.
How can we escape a world we reject?
Denial: The modern poet
Good grief?
Deeper feeling
Pushing the limits, breaking barriers.
It sounds oppressive.
Poetry imposes a new bourgeoisie…
I say empty the coffers and feed the people.
They don’t need cake.
So let them eat
Bite-sized pieces.
You would rather they starve!
Mass murderer!
Your cruelty will not soon be forgotten.
It will mutate in memory.
Unleash the monster…
The author is not yet dead,
But is clearly suicidal
In unleashing wild demons
And feeding disease.
Two horsemen
Of the final four.
Heralds of Hellfire!
Oh, how the bells sound,
Shaking my very being
In-the-world
Da-sign
I is unsignified
Semiotic Ramblin’ Man                                                       33
“Comes to bury Caesar, not to praise him”          34
Money walks
Those Shoes will wear out                                    35
In The Long Run.                                                                     36
Running out of time . . .
Falling in and out of Love                                       37
But I’m not going anywhere
We live in the house that CSNY built
I work for my self
So I don’t want your company.
I am working my self to death.
Who will be my undoing?
Who will the murderer kill?
Who is the murderer?
The plot thickens . . .
The plot sickens . . .
Yet it resolves:
With one swift bullet to the “I,”
my Gunslinger.                                                       27
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