Another High Noon (#1)

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T’was bad ground & holy ground

in this American ghost town

in which the haunted saloon whistled its tune

which sounded forth shrilly especially around high noon…

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There was no more whiskey

no more tables no more chairs

one wall was missing & half the roof

dust was thick where a rooster roosted

I wobbled on the last stool at the counter

Holy Mary the barmaid poured me a shot

a shot of grace

& I gulped it down.

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In one corner stood some Tea-Party fumblers

in another some Occupy-Wall-Street tumblers

all were a-worry over the top 10% of the rich paying a fair share

but the flapping of the right & the rapping of the left

these wingers of the left & the right

never got together & that afternoon was icy as dark dark night

here

in the ghost town called Love.

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There’s bad ground & holy ground

in this American ghost town

where the haunted saloon whistles its windy tune

which sounds forth so shrilly especially around high noon…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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