night rider

 Night Rider


He was riding on a flat prairie landscape shaped like
a pan-handle, but as far as he could see, there were
millions of coffins, some were expensive, others were cheap, like homemade cardboard boxes, but in each one of them a dead person, at last equality.
The sun was forever trying to get down, throwing
rays on white clouds, and since it was late afternoon
the clouds wore pink and danced Edward Degas-style
The ground was covered in sheets of black plastic, which
undulated slightly in the breeze.
The horse's hoofs made holes in the plastic and plants
that had lived in darkness bloomed in the sun that had given up setting.
He came to a town where houses had fall facades to make them look imposing.
Walked into a bar, where actors kept shooting each other
holding revolvers in a girlish way, he quietly showed
the future John Wayne how to walk
In a Chinese bathhouse soaked his tired body in soapy water and lit a cigar, dreaming of finding the ten pence penny that fell out of his pocket five years ago.