Let’s have a mind and raise flowers.

“A Quiet Simple Country Life” 
(a movie review poem of Once Upon A TIme In The West)

Thin legs in denim move in patchwork of tinder holding up skeletal wrecks
ghosts in mouldering dust
of a thousand nightless days chokes screams of the dying
tearing like incoming trains
clocks incorrect-the West is young
sweetwater alkaline-feigned innocence
spindles of rock revel in our infancy and whatever beauty
for it is weakness
guns snap in sick staccato koans
(lightning abandoned)
some fugitives among us are known as such
the Sun reclaims (redeems) the dead
makes white and unmoving that which had cursed it
graves are only costly to dig
their filling comes quickly
any question of ‘why’ in eyes gazing
into the yawn of a gun is answered
evil is most comfortable in its skin of opulence
a nation born in the wisest
butcher tactics

Ryan McGivern

Check this photo stream for provocation. The lighting in these photos makes me cry a little, at least enough to fill a thimble. Mightn’t a thimblefull of tears make for a nice salty emotional additive to your next mixed drink, perhaps with a shot of Jägermeister, a float of Pernod and a cherry to sweeten the deal, shaken and stirred, spilled on the carpet, mopped up with a Hypercolor t-shirt and squeezed into a pickle jar.