WEST OF HERE

when the train left the station

the bears looked up from the berry slaughter

and a beard of bees detached from The Hanged Man's face

and flew off toward the Magellanic clouds

you walked in in one state and ordered beer in another

if you straddled the state line and shot yourself in the head

you didn't die

the Men's Room was on Mars

Upon this rock...

I fell off a glyph

into the loving arms of a roving band

of warrier-poet-bandit-priests

Art guile rules in this world as in all others

when you wake up in the morning

you just have to go with that

Back to the wall

Back door in sight

No one named Doc here

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