side saddle
Posted: January 3rd, 2014, 11:30 pm
the anarchist cowboy gallops
through the blind canyons of conformity
a weathered poet on a trick pony
ambushers are hiding in the rocks
to fire silver bullets aimed at killing his rebelliousness
this midnight writer
but you kick up a maelstrom of words
the message twists like a tornado of indigestible dust
obscuring the snipers ritual folly
you slap the menacing reins
left to right, right to left
hellbent from leather corsets
that bind the imagination
pound the hard dirt of censored trails
blazing with insolent eyes
you are steady as the pony express
outrunning the posse of expectation,
today you are lucky, you slip the noose
on a hanging day
through the blind canyons of conformity
a weathered poet on a trick pony
ambushers are hiding in the rocks
to fire silver bullets aimed at killing his rebelliousness
this midnight writer
but you kick up a maelstrom of words
the message twists like a tornado of indigestible dust
obscuring the snipers ritual folly
you slap the menacing reins
left to right, right to left
hellbent from leather corsets
that bind the imagination
pound the hard dirt of censored trails
blazing with insolent eyes
you are steady as the pony express
outrunning the posse of expectation,
today you are lucky, you slip the noose
on a hanging day
