The Sheriff

~~~

~~~

He sits on the bunk

heart goodly sunk

on the table a cactus chunk

& a pot of coffee

~

He sits in remorse

thinks about his horse

the one that died

desert fried

~

He’s the sheriff

the last human alive

in a ghost town called

you know what

~

He sits in a locked jail cell

he’s got the key

he’s most comfortable in here

a total urbanite

~

Oh but woe oh woe

is he & all those others who

wait for the show to begin

under the hanging tree

~

It’s a terrible disappointment

to oh so many in the nation

the sheriff’s name is

Isom Dart

~

However there is one lady

in this rocket on the launching pad

of intergalactic travel

whom it does not bother

~

Yes, one woman charmed by

the futility of living in

a town run amok

by a spooked sheriff

~

This woman who desires him

is Diana

my Diana

Diana Longtree

~

She’s a ghost

I’m a ghost

we’re the ghosts in this

   dusty old western movie…

~

Yours

truly

Rawclyde

!

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

~~~

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