Mythology

I cut a swath
through the greasy grass
and sat by the river

Into the water
I threw the fetishes

I thought
I too would surrender
and drown myself

The old warrior was dead

I was now
to believe
in the
Great American Mythology
of
sexy girls,
booze
and Christmas

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under American West, outlaw poetry, poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s