600 Hits! Sage Sweetwater is the name of Colorado Firebrand Lesbian Novelist, Poet, Storyteller, Screenwriter, Business Artist and Pulpit Agent. Sweetwater the lesbian icon of our century chiming in as the American lesbian poet trailblazer bought by Hollywood-Wall Street in film promotion for her 19th film 'The Winds of Eleven'. Poetry that sells!
Cowboy Israel
peyote mescaline
illusion prostitution
afterclaps the event is over
adam's ale
eve's whiskey
jesus christ looking
like a barber's cat
half-starved and sickly
with a bible bump cyst on
his wrist, "come to the bodega,
jesus," spanish saloon where you
died for your sins pray the
cat wagon delivers the prostitutes
to madam taloose dillinger
kloberdanz drives a hard bargain;
the winds of eleven to judge titus castleberry
leap the book
false marriage
a kept woman in the
laudanum zone wide awake
opium wars and whores lickety split
on the peyote button sixty nine swipes
"oh god!" cowboy israel penny dreadful
pulp fiction spaghetti western marries
the big screen
JUDGE TITUS CASTLEBERRY, LONG GRAY HAIR AND WAXED MUSTACHE CONNECTING TO A LONG BEARD, is sitting at his desk talking with a marshal.
CLOSE ON --- STACK of WANTED POSTERS on the desk.
JUDGE TITUS CASTLEBERRY
C.S. Fly took photographs of The Winds of Eleven at one time or another in their illustrious criminal careers. I had those photographs sent over to the printers for wanted posters with The Winds of Eleven printed for the informed citizenry.
Judge hands the marshal the stack of the Wanted Posters. Marshal rifles through them taking a look.
MARSHAL
I recognize Jesse Livermore. I took him in back in the Dakotas a few years back for raisin’ a ruckus in the laudanum zone with the Deadwood concubines—opium wars.
JUDGE TITUS CASTLEBERRY
Livermore’s one of The Winds of Eleven now—mesculine trafficker. That’s why that peyote button is on the four corners of his poster. Have your deputies post them up around town. Reward is five thousand dollars for each one of them brought in dead or alive.
MARSHAL
Rightly so, judge. I’ll have my men get right on it. If you don’t mind my asking, how was it The Winds of Eleven got their moniker?
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