poetry by j matthew waters

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it was supposed to be a romantic comedy

on the spaghetti western set
the director directed
the fill in cowboys
to keep their smartphones
in their holsters

handguns were banned
but all the hotshots were adept
at concealment
though lacked commitment
in relation to their lines

the critics complained
about too many fist fights
and not enough
shoot yourself in the foot
kind of scenes

to me the whole thing
was nothing but a parody
on the american condition
old school shootouts
redefined by a new reality

april two thousand twenty-two
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word quickly spread when the outlaw came to town

born and bred to never
trust a stranger
he rode into town
in the dark of the night
and spent the evening
with spirits of his choosing

his debts forever
remained unpaid
well into the next life
and those who attempted
to collect his bounty
would never ride again

from out of the fire
he brandished pistols
as fluid as quicksilver
anxious at exacting
vengeance upon those
who did him wrong

towards the end
there was no settling in
and the road to redemption
became an allusion
the posse presented
as a possible way out

may two thousand thirteen
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all rights reserved

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