Dark Adam
the bad-ass dust
trails behind the horse
hooves unearth demons anti-christ dark adam
divots commingle
with ghosts of no remorse
catholic shadowcat radical misogynist
penis buried separate
the whore
told his secret
to the madam who told
the undertaker who nailed
the coffin lid shut inside with him
the hoof of the boar who told the blacksmith
that made the striker on the church bell from their zero sum
of fool's gold who told The Sundance Wives who told that dark adam
had died
they gathered
in the saloon for
the victory pour the cult mules pissed
the streets gray hair balding under their limp organs
doorkeepers of bankrupt greed chiseled teeth and empty fist
there was no website in those days the till empty where they stored
silver dollar morgans
they can still
hear dark adam say
"I am the last prophet
I pulled the switch on the scripts
the witch was silenced" think that he may
the jackass can boast and bray the witches
of eastwood collected your pay
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist
chill me & thrill me
all the way to the boonedocks
Wagon Wheels & Hoof Kickers
Vickie xo
ps Your site doesn't work for me right now.
Ron