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10 Aug 2024
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Laredo


Please not one word of the man who had killed me
Don’t mention his name and his name will pass on
—Anonymous

I’ve been singing cowboy songs of late
or maybe they’re songs of enduring death
songs of resurrections

in this town you need to check in your guns
at the sheriff’s office
even the smallest infraction
like the one stashed inside your bootleg
could cost you your life

a few hundred yards south of here
you’ll find the markers
of those who broke one simple law
one intended to defer unnecessary death
some of them
riding off into the sunset
singing songs about the next verse


august two thousand twenty-four
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05 Mar 2023

the fox & the cowboy


the fox admitted
he wanted to be a cowboy
complete with boots
denim jeans & chaps
embroidered shirt
& stetson hat

when asked
why he had a fascination
with cowboys
the fox alluded to
an intense desire
to live the romantic life





march two thousand twenty-three
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27 Feb 2023
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euthanasia


aiming his colt forty-five
directly down her neck
[perpendicular to the front of the skull]
the cowboy shot his horse dead
the muscles throughout his body
contracting just like hers
lasting less than 30 seconds
—as if choreographed
the two of them collapsed to the dirt
she as silent as the night
he sobbing uncontrollably
nothing but a shadow of his former self





february two thousand twenty-three
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19 Jul 2021

rearranging tomorrow


yet again changing roles
the actor moves stealthily
like a chameleon
minted coins jingling
in her pocket
sounding like stars
on dusty boots

yesterday it was bows
& arrows (and a bunch
of nonsense)
but come high noon
only silence will prevail
toting headphones
to the shooting range

tomorrow never did
arrive for this cowboy
although opportunity
constantly persisted
& that’s all that mattered
in the dark world
of make-believe





july two thousand twenty-one
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09 Jun 2020

rock and roll cowboys


how many cowboys do you know
you’d probably be surprised
how they add up
coming in & out of your life over the years
whether on the big or little screen
in real life at the stables or rodeos
road tripping through the northern plains

when I was a kid we played
cowboys & indians
innocence at its worst and finest
getting sunburned under the july sun
your mother unconcerned about skin cancer
or historical facts

palm on face flipping through history books
bored to death in the classroom
listening to cowboy songs on the radio
turning the mundane into romance
the cowboy in the wild wild west
the cowboy in manhattan
the cowboy in hollywood california




june two thousand twenty
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13 Jul 2015

that’s how the money men liked it


back in the day I used to hang
out with Clint
back when we got involved
with those spaghetti westerns

there was hardly ever any
high drama on the set
seasoned cowboys rehearsing
their lines and showcasing
well worn snakeskin boots
spitting tobacco on spiders
and squinting into the sun

I mostly sat in a high chair
fans blowing on my face
my voice occasionally
barking out instructions
but for the most part things
played out on their own



july two thousand fifteen
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29 Mar 2015
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cowboy country church


they whooped and hollered
every time the preacher said amen
their guns at their side
fully loaded
anxious to pull them
out of their holsters

whoa my wayward boys
the preacher bemoaned
thou shalt not keep thy fingers on
thy handles
and take hold the truth
within the good book instead

the cowboys coughed
and held their hands together
fingers twitching and praying
for the preacher
to give them good reason
not to raise the roof



march two thousand fifteen
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09 Sep 2012
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rocket man


there’s something about the color red
that makes everything go so fast
as fast as jack rabbits
launched into space
using supersonic wrist rockets

red rockets launch into orbit
from the back yard
blasted by homemade boosters
consigned to corral space junk
circling the planet
for what seems like a millennium

old-time rocket man rocks
on the front porch
cloaked in his red suit
and plucking his guitar
reminiscing outlandishly
about space cowboys


september two thousand twelve
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18 Dec 2011

The Cow Whisperers


A team of urban gauchos
surround a wandering cow
on a colorful street in Delhi
the sacred animal managing
to snarl traffic for over an hour

The arrival of city-hired cowboys
with their oversized truck
and ropes and bells
bring applause and protests
by the neighboring swarm
of residents and tourists

Calls of instructions compete
with the constant honking of horns
some warning the cowhands
not to harm the beast
while others suggest transporting her
to the nearest butcher shop

Eventually the cow catchers
convince their newfound friend
to mosey up the plank
and into the truck bed
casually whispering into her ear
the grass is much greener
outside the city



october, two thousand eleven
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