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…







(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)



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