ivan wayne

my blue-eyed body is the horse
i'm riding through this one-saloon town;
got my silver six-shooter
and pockets full of gold.
horseback up the mountains! away from sand
we'll roam like nature's thieves
and child's dreams.
strike down the bandit barons
and other inconveniences;
drunk with careless chivalry,
splattering hooves nobly pound these
tired dusty streets.
we'll always win, ivan!
and i can tell you why: my gold star uniform,
this indefatigable horse;
such debonair blue eyes
in the slot-shaded stable with the rusting mirror.




11/30/08