Ben Doran

These were the Westerns I wish I had wrote

Dear Diarist,
                    too soon full moon..not
tonight.
          I am writing to you in secret, under the threat of death, in           absentia, corpus           delirium,
          help me cherubim
stop dash seraphim, things with fins and cartoon-ish lords of sin (breathe)           lance me for I
am struggling to breathe and aching to cleave skin from bone. Tonight I feel           alone. And
so, to dialogue, let it pass.

                    high-ho silver..away
When I introduce myself to you dearest wonder, teeth a chattering, I am compelled           to
ask, 'Do you find this behaviour flattering or much to my demise, is it but a Sunday
bore?'

                                                  Yours Sincerley,
                                                  The Lone Ranger.

PS.. I too have a penchant for a certain thinly spread Victorian whore, pedaling her thread bare wares in velvet covered rooms of yore.

1) You see I like her smell; well worn book of law written over and over, over and over again, inscribed with leaky foreign plastic pens held by hands who, I wager, held her groans

2) You see I adore her man; doors slammed against my fingers, holding back oceans wrapped tight in woolen mittens, smiting all the kittens with knowing licks, some circus tricks and salad bowls brimming full with gore.

3) You see I obsess about her dress; snow white skin suit return to sender breast heroic sequined quest requests pressing tender buttons against the wall, dressing lambs as mutton's, provoking insipidly inspired pauper flautist palette cleansing calls and providing surrealistic home movie vision of the great big final farewell fall.

Is this a call? Or is this.
                              Wild days wasted idly lost in,
          (scrap that line about a jealous haze and keep the one about). A so soft mec-han-I-cal            maze.

Let me count the ways. Let me count the ways I've counted days and muddled lines from
west of west end plays. This is surely the bends.

          these were the westerns I only wish I had wrote. Sail me back their full moon. With this
                    familiar prayer, sail me back their full moon in your lucid, lattice worked working
                              tumbleweed
                              boat.

Beveridge, Judith
Bleakley, Kathleen
Boyd, Allan
Brennan, Michael
Burns, Joanne
Cameron, Lainie
Cassidy, Bonnie
Chang, Jessica
Clarke, John
Cooke, Stuart
Crane, Michael
Dechian, Sonja
Doran, Ben
Doupe, Juliana
Drewitt, Andy
Dyson, Mia
Elson, Gerard
Ferney, Liam
Garrard, Phillipa
Gibian, Jane
Greagen, Clint
Hawkins, Brian
Hickey, Kelly-Lee
Hier, Michael
Higgs, Ashley
Jelfs, Bradley
Jenkins, Gareth
Johnson, Heather Taylor
Jones, Jill
Kefala, Antigone
Keily, Tom
Knox, Elena
Locke, Kate
Lowe, Justin
Mackie, Brendan
Mann, Paddy
Messiah, Eytan
Minter, Peter
Mitchell, Paul
Morganics
Narkiewicz, Katrine
Nicholson, Anna Kerdijk
Nixon, Jenni
Oliver, Stephen
Paine, Juliet
Prater, David
Purchess, Andew
Robbins, Rachel
Scott, Ryan
Smart, Steve
Sinclair, Tim
Sometimes, Alicia
Stavanger, David
Stuart, James
Tsaloumas, Dimitris
Walter, Lesley
Webster, Ben
West, John
Westbury, Deb
Wicks, Les
Winch, Ben