THE PAIN OF THIS HOLSTER
They all used to sit in this room,
the dead people I'm recalling now.
Just a one and a one and a one at
a time altogether. Do they enter
somewhere else en masse? The
pain of this holster is that it's so
very restrictive. The pistol of my
life, I first must draw, but then
I can't fire. Must I really wear
this being? Am I saddled, just
as much, with all this western
weight? Where can I go, and
where else can you send me?
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