Late last night

January 10, 2013

I wrote a bunch of poems about the west. I’m not sure if it was the influence of Dylan’s John Wesley Harding, or the work of Johnny Cash, or the book The Collected Works of Billy the Kid.

This poem is from a book of poems from an ebook The Baltimore Catechism.



four riders dressed in white

came into our town late last night.

They had all no good looks

all looked mean

they did things to the darkness

no man has ever seen.

When they left

only their huff marks could be seen in the mud

and the deputy sheriff who was buried with a slug.

Nothing more was revealed


the sheriff’s son said he heard them speak

when he was hiding inside a chest

that the next time they returned

nothing would be left.



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