ALL I CAN REMEMBER OF THE YEAR I WAS A COWBOY

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Open Poetry #39

ALL I CAN REMEMBER OF THE YEAR I WAS A COWBOY

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0 posted 2006-11-13 10:26 PM

ALL I CAN REMEMBER OF THE YEAR I WAS A COWBOY

there’s a river
I didn’t throw myself into;
there’s a pistol
that I didn’t use,

but as it moved past my eyes
to kiss my forehead
its barrel was
the colour of a bruise.

there are pills
that rattle in my pocket
like a ghostly drummer
with drumsticks of bone;

a dozen
and I’m sure I’d dance forever —
two or three
just seem to keep me stoned.

there’s a bottle
that is shaped just like a woman;
there’s a woman
that I need just like a drink;

at noon the sun
rips over my horizon,
and I’m reaching
before there’s even time to think.

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Roniece Dawson-Bruce
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since 2000-01-29

Posts 5689
Sydney, Australia

1 posted 2006-11-14 04:29 AM

such powerful and emotive words Anthony - I just love reading your words!

Be well
Roniece

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