Open Poetry #39 |
ALL I CAN REMEMBER OF THE YEAR I WAS A COWBOY |
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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. PLEASE VISIT MY WEB SITE http://www.anthonyarmstrong.zoomshare.com |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
such powerful and emotive words Anthony - I just love reading your words! Be well Roniece |
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