Westward, Ho!

                        *photo taken from the film El Topo by Alejandro Jodorowsky*

 1.

He rolled into town

With guns drawn,

His pockets lined

With poems,

And his mind

Filled with spider

Webs

And dust.

2.

The sun shone 

Like a shotgun blast

Through the sky,

The townsfolk hid

At his approach,

Murder written 

In his gaze.

3.

Cocking the hammer,

He shot the mayor

Full of wet dreams.

4.

The mayor died

Of orgasms,

boredom 

And blood loss.

5.

Later,

When the mayor 

Awoke in Hell,

He was surprised

To find that it

Looked just like

Home.