the doom slinger 7

the ol'  
levitation corridor  
wound round 
the base 
of a low 
mole hill
dotted 
with bush 
petrified 
and
scattered 
around 
ol' god 
volcanic
mountain oysters  
that
literally begged
to be licked 
for luck 
or 
misused 
for an
ambush 
yet the
tall 
wiry rider 
sitting astride 
the big 
red horse
following 
the defunct 
levitation corridor
seemed 
unconcerned 
under 
his dusty 
black 
bowler hat
as his 
scary 
white eyes
were 
preoccupied 
with whatever 
the words 
having a
lie down
on the 
books pages 
were 
telling him 
rather than 
watching 
for 
back yard 
back shooters
like 
mean dean 
to pop up
with a 
rifle
to take 
his trifle 
coin
and 
his trifle 
life

mean dean 
was a 
mean shot
dead eye 
back biter 
who stole 
from 
whomever 
then 
gave the 
coin away
to the 
drug lords  
and their
statuette 
pirouetting 
falling 
madonnas  
in any 
ol' towns
temple  
he took a 
cleansing 
communal 
piss bath 
in 

the shot 
rang out 
once again 
mean dean 
had plugged 
his target
dead center 
through 
and 
through 
knocking the 
bowler hat 
clean off 
the wiry
riders head 
exposing
his victims
reddish 
greying ash
hat hair
which 
the breeze  
lightly tousled 
playfully 
yet 
the rider 
appeared 
unfazed 
as he 
continued digesting 
the words
of his 
book

around 
twenty feet 
away 
from the 
smoking eye 
of the 
rifle
the big 
red horse
pulled up 
and 
the rider 
looked up 
casually 
from
his book 
to fix
his scary 
white eyes 
on his 
ambushers
secret robbers 
nest  

nervous 
sweat 
trickled 
down 
mean deans 
clocked face  
as the
rider astride
the big 
red horse 
stared 
unflinching 
at him 
as if he 
were nothing 
more than 
an
escaped 
cadaver

 "you a 
pumpkin head 
kid 
it ain't
Halloween 
kid
now who 
boo you
trying
to scare 
cause 
i gotta 
tell you
kid
an ol'
farmers wife 
with a 
rolling pin
who thought 
blind mice 
were 
her sins 
would look 
more scary"

dean's
voice hid 
so his 
jaw flapping
drew a grin 
from his 
accuser 
who was 
supposed 
to be his
trembling
tithe  
paying serf 
then 
his words 
squeezed out 
in a 
highly squeaked
reply

 "frack you 
you son 
of a bitch"

 the rider 
leaned forward 
in the
saddle 
asking 
of the  
highwayliege  

"you'll
 pass on 
 your sweet regards
 to my 
momma
when ya 
see her

 but what 
you jawboning
'bout kid 
you needs 
a new 
 sock
well if'n 
you ain't polite 
i'll a 
climb down
from my
high horse 
and put 
your foot 
in your
mouth 
and pull 
on a
new sock
for ya" 

the rider 
straightened up 
in his 
saddle 
grinning 
from 
ear to ear 
at his 
mirth
that made no 
frankincense 
mean dean 
stared 
along the
barrel 
knowing he'd 
levered 
into the
rifles chamber  
every ounce 
of his 
bravery 
as he 
stared down 
the sights
into his 
victims 
lunatic gates 
befuddled 
as 
no mark 
before 
had behaved
so 
cavalier   

marks begged 
marks pleaded
THEY
prostrated 
before their 
highwayliege 
giving generously 
for their 
lives 
they 
didn't insult 
or call 
him 
goddamn names

"shit "

who 
is this 
guy 
thought 
mean dean 
so 
spitting mad
but 
knowing 
he was
to scared 
spitless 
by his 
victims 
gloating demeanor 
to try
so instead 
dean
licked his 
crackling lips 
nervously 
before trying 
to speak 
again 
in a less 
mickey mouse 
voice 

 "mister 
i don't know 
who in 
Hades
you is 
or why 
you think 
you can 
insult me 
but
if you don't 
start a 
explaining 
i'm 
a gonna donate 
you
 a third 
frigging 
white eye
that'll be 
forever 
bloodshot " 

the more 
mean dean
talked
the braver 
he got 
he could feel 
his saliva 
flowing 
freely again 
so he 
spat 
then 
ignored 
the spittle 
that ran 
down his
pocked chin 
to 
stalactite drip
onto his 
dusty past 
chequered shirt 
muddening  
one dusty 
spot
over his 
heart 

"o kay corral 
dem 
puffed up 
slogans
kid  

fore
i plants ya
pumpkinseed 
i'll 
entitle ya
to knows
me handle 

the 
fates 
call
me
Coyote" 

Mean Dean 
sighed 

"nope
 don't reckons 
i knows 
you " 

Coyote grinned
nodding
 his head 

" yep 
figured 
you weren't 
widely 
travelled
also 
having followed 
your trail
through the
passage 
i thought  
i mights 
find you
round 
these parts 
causing 
grief 

reckon 
for i 
kills ya 
kid 
you might 
be able 
to tell an
ol' reaper 
if i be 
heading 
in the 
right direction 
to 
happen on 
Pandora's tunnel"

 "you
thinking me 
an 
idiot
mister Coyote 
the
levitation corridor
only goes 
in two 
directions 
you
came from 
one 
so go 
figure 
mister jackass"

Coyote grinned 
in reply
as 
with his knees 
he maneuvered 
his 
big red 
turning a 
little more 
on an 
angle 
to 
mean dean

then Dean 
blurted out 
relieved
that 
standing up
behind 
his rocks 
concealed 
his damp
pissed 
squiggly 
patterned pants 
as he  
tried to 
cut a deal
to get 
the upper 
hand 

 "well 
i reckons 
if i lets 
you go 
you gotta 
let me 
live  
what you
reckons 
there
Mr Coyote 
we gotta 
deal" 

"can'ts 
say we do 
kid " 

drawled Coyote 
his 
smug grin 
dusted away 
to leave 
his face 
cruelly blank 
as a slate
for
mean dean 
to read 

"on 
account 
kid 
you been 
to lazy 
to bury 
your dead 
folk
i've met 
along 
the ways
kid 

you gaveth 
them a 
deal 
took their 
tithe 
then gaveth 
them 
a third eye 
in the 
back of 
their heads 
which  
tells me 
dispatching
your
sorry ass  
from this here 
territory 
is 
the only 
ways 
i see the
light 
on the 
morrow " 

mean dean 
sullenly 
replied 

"i didn't 
wanna 
have to kill 
you 
mister Coyote"

Coyote 
sadly shook 
his head 

" yeah
  kid 
you did 
it's your 
creed" 

Coyote 
looked 
mean dean 
straight 
in his 
raisin eyes 
deans mouth 
went dry
again 
at the 
sight of 
Coyote's 
scary white 
eyes

deans 
level head 
began 
to nod 
slightly 
unhinged 
unconsciously
he began 

" a 
Baker's dozen 
odd milestones
that away 
past an old 
morpheus 
tree grove 
there's a 
walled up hole 
in dem
Asgard mountains 
i guess 
that's your
Pandora's tunnel 
well
your
times up 
mister Coyote 

guess 
you ain't 
gonna go 
down 
without 
a fight
but fore
we 
throw down 
what's 
that book 
you're so 
engrossed
 in" 

Coyote 
looked down 
at the 
book 
cradled 
in his hands 
then
he looked up 
grinning

 "why 
it's the 
good book 
of our
Author 
kid 
and 
it says here 
do a 
kindness 
unto 
the mean 
and their 
gratitude 
shall bless 
you 
untold " 

mean dean 
brightened
up 
and 
sarcastically 
chirped 

"so 
you ain't
gonna kill 
me 

cause
if you 
shows 
me a
kindness
I'll be 
ever so filled 
with 
blessings 
for you
mister Coyote " 

Coyote
snapped closed
the 
good book 
in his
left hand 
his right 
hovered 
over his
silver skull 
engraved 
shooting 
pup
with a 
blue 
as death barrel 
his muzzle
now hidden 
behind 
a dark 
foreboding 
clenched 
mask 
only the
white  
of his 
eyes
told 
Mean Dean
he was 
looking 
at the 
same man 

Deans 
trigger finger
started 
to quiver
as it tried 
straining 
with 
arthritic fear
to curl 
around 
the flat 
cold 
piece of steel  
that could
end
mister Coyote

mean dean 
had seen
fast men 
including 
his 
narcissistic 
self 
when he 
practiced 
amazed 
and 
mesmerized 
at his 
own 
genius speed 
in drawing 
a gun 
magically 
out of 
the ether 
for hours 
in front 
of his own
shadow
but 
Coyote's speed 
surpassed 
them all 
in less 
than a 
split second 
dean felt 
one of
Coyote's 
pup's
spat out 
lead teeth  
sinking deep
into his
forehead 
a 
blinding 
ghost sheet
of 
white light 
flooded 
his vision 
that 
darkness 
seemed to 
bleed
and 
seep through 
as he 
whirlwind 
around the 
unconsecrated 
ground 
disappearing 
behind 
the 
ol' gods 
volcanic
mountain oysters

a 
knowing 
Coyote
moved of 
to retrieve 
his 
holed hat 
from the 
yellow
three eyed 
skull
of one 
of 
mean deans 
previous
marks 
as 
Coyote 
adjusted 
his bowler  
he 
remarked 
to 
Meanless
 deans 
resting worm
riddled 
adamned corpse 

"that's 
the problem
kid 
with the 
Author's book 
its open 
to 
interpretation 
your idea 
and
my idea 
of
kindness 
come from 
two totally 
different 
perspectives "

with 
his holed hat 
back
upon his head 
Coyote
rode off 
into the 
shadows 
of the 
Asgard mountains
tipping
his hat 
in farewell 
to his 
highwayliege's 
hovering 
glowing
dust devil 

 © bg 2021 




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