GERONIMO wherefore
are thou now?
what scaffold have you fallen
from & stared
w/milk-pale eyes
at Reverend Cacey
(who stands murmuring ,
4
pound golden crucifix in out
stretched hands ? )
(the world is very scared
o
f
you..)
(why else would
ol' blood hound
Joe Horn
be put on yr trail ? )
raise thy sharps rifle 'bove yr head & eat out
th'sun !!
(i declare you are a mountain poet.)
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
GERONIMO wherefore
are thou now?
what scaffold have you fallen
from & stared
w/milk-pale eyes
at Reverend Cacey
(who stands murmuring ,
4
pound golden crucifix in out
stretched hands ? )
(the world is very scared
o
f
you..)
(why else would
ol' blood hound
Joe Horn
be put on yr trail ? )
raise thy sharps rifle 'bove yr head & eat out
th'sun !!
(i declare you are a mountain poet.)
gonna add this (after small revisions) to a larger work in progress but i wanted to toss it up for now regardless.
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