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Neo-Western

ACT III

(silent actors who posed as cowboys

who were secretly robots) You remind me of someone / You

provide the assurance that it won’t spill

ACT I over into a bleeding guessing thing /

I’m a stone unaccommodating / You’re

Illusionary asphalt / Falls back the stone that carves–

at the limit line / Count it down, 5

seconds. “Is that what makes you fascinating?

–Blood at the bottom of the

Spare no country for old men / dirty basin / circulate, spit, recircuit /

standing in a bloody trail of bodies (not only were they robots, but they

and dollars and a burning sun / call were also secretly vampires) / & you’re

the land a desert, call it neo-Western, begging for someone to ask you the

/ transient, stop in the road, escape question / (why do you need to prove

/ Well, for young men, like myself / it to anybody else?)

this place is permanent for me.

THE LAND, TAKEN AGAIN,

Horsepowered, no horse / Pow- 100 YEARS LATER

ered, I run the road down.

I’m using the word wrong,

Circulate, circulate. A bleating goat, a bleeding fruit

Bend them to their own meanings. You can’t expect a silent actor to put it together right. I’m posing as a cowboy

ACT II and posing as alive.

Look at the year, we’re neo

(to be a politician, / you have to neo-Western, the land is rewritten into

be hungry for something.) the same empty slate,

& my body does not survive, but

MY NAME IS HARRY 200 of my films attempt to. At a red

CAREY, IT’S 1924, I SHOOT light, there’s a robot posing as a man,

OUTLAWS AND WRANGLE and he’s reprising my role. There’s 1

HORSES WITHOUT SPEAKING second left.

A SINGLE WORD.

What do you think happens when

I live secret parts of my life at you chew two things at the same

night / and a body is a body, can’t time,

do anything a body should / tobacco tobacco and electricity?

lined throat, / this dirty basin of a

mouth / spit sideways and spit tar.


The hope was that I might have

consequence / My ranch and estate

will be purchased by a meat packing

company, / & then by the city /

restored, preserved as historical / &

a young man posing as a man / will

visit the site with his mother / and

everyone else will forget I had ever

existed / but he will not.


Ranchers, real estate developers,

cowboys / posing as cowboys / rake

acres into their wide open jaw / always

hitting money’s roof. Raising it / A

real Western heist.


Circulate, circulate.

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