CLOUDY ALL DAY

BY HOWIE GOOD

1

The Wild West, I tell myself, never existed. Hearing that, the six Indians get up from their table and leave. The bartender, suddenly trembling, spills some as he continues to pour. I feel like I’m crossing the Sierras alone, but also upstairs riding the pretty saloon girl. She sees a glimmer of something that no one else does, the hangman placing a black sack over my head.

2

Desire kept us up all night. We heard revolvers and carbines and the dynamiting of trains. The darkness just above our heads turned starry and feverish, a birthday text message received on the wrong day.

***

Howie Good is the author of the full-length poetry collections Lovesick (Press Americana, 2009), Heart With a Dirty Windshield (BeWrite Books, 2010), and Everything Reminds Me of Me (Desperanto, 2011).

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5 thoughts on “CLOUDY ALL DAY

  1. Darryl P. says:

    Nicely woven together,and good eye for the pieces that seem to be of the same material. In the end you get a beautiful looking rope.

  2. Mark Reep says:

    Love it. & the title.

  3. Jane Hammons says:

    very wild very western love every image

  4. susan tepper says:

    Absolutely adored every word of this, original and perfect

  5. LindaSW says:

    Chilling and gorgeous and wild. Three weird adjectives for a western, but hey, it is what it is. Perfetto. Peace…

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