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JOHN DORSEY
buying roses for the dead:from the outlaw's prayer there are places where guns cease to exist their fire traded for doves under a common sun which was betrayed by our every wanted poster those times when billy the kid wrote his name in the sand leaving behind an old testament of prayer a belief in the blues as gospel each colt purchased in the hope of death's fabled second coming other times spelling out his code in yellowed prairie snow i guess poetry makes ya feel like that too the sun goes down pink as the lady's lips when she was merely just some girl reading a kell robertson poem in some santa fe bus station her voice tiny hollowed out like a bullet at noon kell already drunk kissing coyotes in dreams that snowwhite wouldn't have ever wanted to wake up from sometimes though the bullets just seem so real that you can smell what the ghost in question had for breastfast that morning some forced to eat their own words like catfish mcdaris bringing flowers to a homemade tombstone it's hard to seperate the holy fool from his myth a dream of legends but mostly it's hard to place a rose on the sun's palm and call it a poem John Dorsey currently resides in Toledo, OH. He is the author of "Harvey Keitel, Harvey Keitel, Harvey Keitel" with S.A. Griffin and Scott Wannberg, Butchershop Press/Rose of Sharon Press/Temple of Man, 2005, and "Moshing With The Cosmos" with Iris Berry, Magenta Press, 2005. He can be reached at archerevans@yahoo.com |
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