The Lone Ranger writes a letter
to his Tanto, he writes,
things are not as they used to be.
I am as useless as an Iron Lung.
Riding around in his Ford Pinto
The Lone Ranger looks for anything
to do − the one working headlight
finding vultures on the side
of the road.
Driving through the night
scanning the radio for WXYZ
This long prairie night of his soul.
finding no one to save
he buys a *******
with a case of silver bullets.
She holds him like a little boy
Rocks him back and forth.
They don’t have ***.
He cries in her arms,
“I’m a man in a boy’s costume,”
“I am a jaw bone at a wedding.”
Later that evening
The Lone Ranger writes another letter
Dear Tanto,
Things are not as they used to be.
I am as useless as mouth without teeth.
I wish you were here.
Sincerely, Lone.
