he stole
his brother’s
cattle
killed and
butchered them
sold the
meat
to the
nearest
BBQ joint
down the
road
where the
poor paid
exorbitant
prices
for a BBQ
sandwich
so much
for the
ethics of the
messenger
of
the
gods
Posted in Doug Draime, tagged Doug Draime, poetry on November 29, 2009| Leave a Comment »
he stole
his brother’s
cattle
killed and
butchered them
sold the
meat
to the
nearest
BBQ joint
down the
road
where the
poor paid
exorbitant
prices
for a BBQ
sandwich
so much
for the
ethics of the
messenger
of
the
gods
Posted in Doug Draime, tagged poetry on October 1, 2009| 3 Comments »
I saw the
phony-ass
cowboy
on C-Span
running down
the street
screaming like
Richard Pryor
on fire
his boots
clapping like
forked
hoofs.
Posted in Doug Draime, tagged poetry on July 10, 2009| 2 Comments »
After the cops tracked
him down in
Bogota, he confessed
on the plane ride
back to the U.S.
to stabbing his wife
to death with a
steak knife, but there
was sort of a disclaimer
attached. He swore he
was channeling
Norman Mailer, but
that he couldn’t
stop himself
at just one stab,
like Mailer did
But, he said, it was
a gruesome, bloody mess,
and that he wished
he’d be able to
channel
William Burroughs,
instead. And he would’ve
just shot her
in the head.