22 November 2014
13 September 2022
p0sthuman: the evening before p.42
back from Bali
back from Bali we make our own
shadow show… out of the
flickering my silhouette
cowboy in slo mo rides
his dangling head a comet
that trails slight light…
your bar girl cleans the saloon,
slops from a pail then steps in it…
her feet splash my matinee
idol, his
number’s up he trembles,
draws erect and pulls on a cigar…
off the smoky coast
beacons slide into dark
you’ve had enoughv and reach for the remote
I catch your sticks…
keep jiggling