3 Poems by
Tony Moffeit
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he travels fastest
who travels alone
james dean brought his
own code to hollywood:
burn burn burn and leave
behind only the meteor's
streak eat the night with
jaguar eyes and feel the
foam of the road in early
morning cafes that light
up with the last stars or
vampira's midnight bed
of cat's eye and snake
root or 4 a.m. freeway
the highway pulses with
lovers and murders the
desperate and the damned
or by a trashcan in a
trainyard empty barstools
like red moons spinning
you slump by the station
jimmy then it's back
to the jungle the
counter-punch and the
double-cross a toehold
on your piece of turf
and it's all for the
celluloid all for the
masks ripped off
in a blaze of mirrors
conjure tongue
brando as snakeskin in tennessee
williams' fugitive kind brando
as the blues singer in snakeskin
jacket brando with guitar slung
over his shoulder mojo drifter
in the south entering the
confectionary where an old blues
song is playing and he is stoned
on the blues song totally in a
trance while skip james moans
out a mournful blues slow and
rhythmical as a young wild
white trash of a girl wants to
take him jukin then to a grave
yard where she wants to feel the
cold stone against her skin while
he makes love to her wrap her in
snakeskin the root doctor in the
shadows hoping to retrieve some
artifact of wildness black shaman
hidden in willows emerging from
darkness and the black sheep of
a girl tells him she wants his
wildness wants his fugitive soul
tells him he's like her he'll
never fit in must live on the
edges making love with the strings
of his guitar hey snakeskin she
says the only thing you know is
conjure your tongue for the blues
hank williams
only the outlaws know
how they nailed you
to the cross hank
only the outlaws know
how your skin turned
to barbed wire and
your guts to guitar
string the dust of
the road is the only
thing that lasts the
kick of the last laugh
the refrain of the
last song the earth
the woman you came from
the lady of guadalupe
always has the last
laugh so moan with the
coyote hank and play
your hand even though
the deck is fixed only
the outlaws know why
you grin
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