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Thursday, June 1, 2017

Brute Hill





Brute Hill




Ula La was a frycook
at Joy DuVeeve's saloon.
Rusty Naylor was a gambler
who overshot the moon.

Two Gun Shogun smoked his long stemmed pipe;
his katana made no sound.
Little Mort the Undertaker put
old Rusty in the ground.

Loup Garou and Bill McKinley
passed Brute Hill on the high noon train
to catch a bite at Joy DuVeeve's
before the plague coach came.


Heart of lead
and heart of black fade out without a sound.


Heart of gold
and heart of green still laugh and still beat on.








~June 2017



Optional Musical Accompaniment








Some silliness for Fireblossom's Paper Moon













Images: Going West, 1934-35, ©Jackson Pollack. Fair Use.
The Women Friends, 1917, by Gustav Klimt. Public Domain