oh no, another one dead & gone

Arizona 2026

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from

A Ghost Town Called Love

by rawclyde!

2012

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I, the ghost, glided outta there

hoovered by the hotel for a while

meditating

’til I noticed across the street

that the sheriff had hung another old girl-friend o’ mine

   from the hanging tree in front of his office…

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I had asked him to stop doing that

but he’d done it again anyway

the corpse’s tattered dress

baring one smooth shoulder & her thighs

flapped like a flag

and the branch creaked like a harmonica

   as the sun sank behind a weathered building…

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I found him locked inside a jail cell

contemplating his cowardism above a candle flame

“why’d you do that?” I howled

“She ruined your life,” retorted the sheriff

I shook miserably in the shadows of his office

emotionally wiped out I sat on the corner of his atilt desk

& moaned

   “She’s a dream that’ll never die.”

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Diana Longtree

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by Rawclyde!

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Diana the ghost

with the horizonless brains

she’s got the most

railroad track & smoothest trains

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Diana Longtree

a floating miracle

so bumpity bump free

she’s downright biblical

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She hoovers

near the ceiling

of the jail cell in which Sheriff Isom Dart

has locked himself for the night

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Candle melting low

flickering

shadows waltzing

beckoning his eyes to close

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Diana up there

an invisible cloud full of demonettes & desire

hoovering

awaits awaits

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To slyly slip like a

secret agent

through the gateway

   of Isom’s dreams…

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A Ghost Town Called Love

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Ghost Face

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I look in the mirror

what do I see?

Nothing but what is behind

poor lonesome me

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Shoulda coulda woulda

rocketed beyond the veil

but love aglow on Memory Lane

locked-up that idea in jail

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Speaking of which, I wonder

how much longer it’s gonna be

before my beloved Diana

comes back home to me

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For 4 long nights she’s been

haunting he who killed yours truly

that damned Dart with the baloney heart

has been making her awful squirrely

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All I can do is

stare at the empty mirror

wonder what she sees in him

that’s not right here

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I guess a man with a face

that grimaces & grins

is better than a ghost who

only stands here & spins

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But damn her jezebel eyes

she’s a ghost too

why don’t she come back

be holy, be true?

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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that’s my desire

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Diana the ghost

with the horizonless brains

she’s got the most

railroad track & smoothest trains

~

Diana Longtree

a floating miracle

so bumpity bump free

she’s downright biblical

~

She hoovers

near the ceiling

of the jail cell in which Sheriff Isom Dart

has locked himself for the night

~

Candle melting low

flickering

shadows waltzing

beckoning his eyes to close

~

Diana up there

an invisible cloud full of demonettes & desire

hoovering

awaits awaits

~

To slyly slip like a

secret agent

through the gateway

   of Isom’s dreams…

~

rawclyde!

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from a ghost town called love

poetry collection

copyright clyde collins 2012

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photos

from the movie one hundred rifles

raquel welch & jim brown

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