Sunday, December 7, 2008

Matt Dillon Enters The Dream-Time

Marshall Dillon thinks,

Fuck this.

How did everybody's problem become my problem?

His trigger finger hurts

And he's out of Alleve.

He gets in his Toyota and heads out of town,

Leaving Dodge City to the alley cats.

As he drives through the desert,

There are three coyotes watching from a ridge.

One is Freedom,

The second is Sorrow.

The third may have been a cactus, or a bird.

Oh, fold me in your great dark wings, thinks Marshall Dillon.

I am sick of dust

And this stupid leather vest.

After several hours, as the morning rises behind him,

The Marshall pulls over to stretch his back.

He takes off his silver star and tosses it into the lightening sky;

On its descent, it intersects perfectly with the yellow face of the sun.

"Just like Little Sure Shot," runs through his melting mind like a one-off hit by The Music Explosion.

No one ever sees Marshall Dillon again.


(image by david son of lone wolf wagner)


Mama Zen said...

This is way cool!

Anonymous said...

I like this one

Fireblossom said...

Mama Zen, will you please write the blurb for my book, if I ever get one published? pleeeeeease?

Blackbird, thanks and welcome to The Word garden!

Shrinky said...

Poor old Marshall Dillon, seems everyone has their breaking point, even him.

Did he change his name and adopt a new, more fufilling career? I sure hope so.

Gillian said...

Off to new horizons, breaking free into new possibility!

Vodka Mom said...

That was just damn cool. Poor old Marshall.

Fireblossom said...

Actually, I saw this poem in the way that Gillian did. I saw him as being set free.

By the way, the one-off hit by The Music Explosion was "A Little Bit Of Soul", which reached #2 in 1967. It's on the music player here, down near the bottom. ;-)

I saw the Marshall as finding his. But that's the beauty of poetry...each poem means what it means to the person reading it.

Jannie said...

Funny girl! Loved it.

Fireblossom said...

Hehe, glad you liked it, Tex. :-)