It's like my grandfather always told me: Mike, when life hands you Lemons, ask for a paternity test.

Thursday, September 22, 2011


            -for “Bob Roberston”

A fistful of words
slipped through their fingers, never
to reach the others.
Who is this man, this Stranger
who played both sides for money?

A pocketwatch chimes
as Mortimer, and Manco
and El Indio
wait for the finish—the start
of the silence which will chime.

Just a name would do,
but he is Blondie, and now
Angel Eyes, Tuco,
and he face off, a fifteen
minute Mexican standoff.

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