Statues in the Water

Da Vinci, looking into the dark canal

Deep beneath the ebbing stars and moon,

Catches sight of a woman standing

Faded grey, proud, and drowning

In the empire lost below the sea.



My fate is to look down a dusty dirt road in the hot Texas sun with a pale cowboy hat on my head and a blue shirt torn by the rocks from the outlying badlands, all with an air of anticipation and wonder as to what my next action will be or whether or not i’ll get any dustier in this dusty desert (The desert may be a metaphor for ‘life’ but who knows!?) there’s a buzzard above scouting for his friends so i best ditch my stolen sheriffs badge and mosey on back to the old chicken shack called home.


what was this?