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

other times    spelling out
his code    in yellowed

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

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

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

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

2005 Underground Voices