Apocalyptic Cowboy


i have this feeling

i stopped the end of the world today

what else can i think?

sunshine and doom spelled out in clouds and dreams

apocalyptic cowboy with blonde curls

open the door... glassy eye


shadows sit in reflection

and i have the feeling that i’m moving back in time

or maybe i’ve missed something

this is the time of conscious movement


if the cowboy dies and no one is there, is it real?

how far into the soil will our own blood sink...

to make room for others?

what is the capacity for hatred... jealousy... misunderstanding

in this chaos?

chaos of world war

chaos of my own fears



Words by Allison Noel. ©2000



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