Waking in a Western

abigfatcanofworms Uncategorized October 19, 2022October 19, 2022 1 Minute

when I wake I’m a cowboy
my knee fires pistols 
as it straightens
and my hip
in such stiff leather
is weighted with several rounds

as I gallop to the present
through the dust
inevitable in such movies
and as I crash inelegantly
between saloon doors
acknowledging sleep’s parting

I realise that it’s nearly
time for school
the kitchen eyes me
over pots of frothy liquid
and the sun leans
drunken on the sill

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Published October 19, 2022October 19, 2022

6 thoughts on “Waking in a Western”

Jewish Young Professional "JYP" says:

October 19, 2022 at 11:06 am

I really enjoyed this. I like this narrator

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1. abigfatcanofworms says:
  
  October 19, 2022 at 11:29 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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K.Hartless says:

October 19, 2022 at 12:01 pm

Love the atmosphere of this piece, Worms. Waiting for the shoot out, the bramble, the chewed tobacco spit.

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1. abigfatcanofworms says:
  
  October 19, 2022 at 12:56 pm
  
  🤣 love it
  
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bushboy says:

October 19, 2022 at 4:10 pm

Love the last lines 🙂

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1. abigfatcanofworms says:
  
  October 19, 2022 at 4:32 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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