clint eastwood
johhny cash
the bible
say
Hell will follow a pale horse
the horses in this town -
this concrete estuary blip
of
sold-off dirty farmland
nail bars
and
shut cafes
are
dark stain colour
like
a
dead
mouse
and
all
that
follows
them
is their own flyswish tail of cobwebs and bumnuggets
or
puffa
coat
gypsy's
in a bouncing wooden buggy
