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Skeleton resting            
against a boulder;            
another cowboy          
having lived and died            
             
Empty canteen            
slung across shoulder            
Rusted sixgun holstered          
at each side            
             
Somewhere on the blazing horizon            
galloping through a mean cactus maze            
the stallion he was content to ride            
melting into its haze . . .            
             
where legendary outlaws hide            
             
Alternating between            
moon and sun beams            
desire remains ever-present            
in hollow sockets of his skull            
full of cold silver prospects            
and fiery gold daydreams            
             
A cautionary tale to be told            
is spoken by the wisest of old souls            
dressed in traditional native attire            
sitting in a worn lawn chair            
left of this desert-ed corpse      
now propped up and adorned      
with dime store spectacles            
             
To the right:            
a dead scorpion            
impaled by a nail            
decorating a wooden            
sign staked in the dirt          
        
Scrawled across it,             
WISDOM FOR SALE      
ONE DOLLAR
           
         
Waving an eagle feather            
the Indian says,            
             
For all the dollar signs in his eyes            
Gunslinger had not any sense---            
his vision of untold wealth            
left him too farsighted to grasp            
bugs crawling on mesa rocks            
resembling crawdads in creek            
were venomous like asp            
or any other snake            
rattling about the desert
           
             
Producing a shoe box filled with            
cheap magnification glasses            
he adds,            
             
Five dollars each            
             
Retrieving six singles from my wallet    
---If there is a moral to this story            
fuck if I see it              
         
   
Written by JohnnyBlaze
Published | Edited 27th Oct 2021
Author's Note
If this poem is one of my best, it's because Ahavati helped me make it betterz with her Honest Critique skillz. ❤📝
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