Galloping over

Galloping over the westmost post
born on a feeling born at the mall
where no friends were found or sought or bought
limited paraffin & unlimited paranoia
expand the direction! Boxing the Indian!
secretly atop the horn of hard labour
I eat my keep. Loyalty I excrete
hitchings for lawyers, lawmen, the receding generation
I quit! Down
in a shoeshining field. Midnight sawing
in the weeds, I hear
where once it's said, wind