Contemplations of a Sentimental Gunslinger

I

Twelve creatures guard the beams

(See the horse of stature immense!
for honor and virtue are his common sense
he stands for justice pure and true
and judges people in all they do
with caramel orbs old and wise
he hunts the traitors, those who lie
he loves his domain under skies so blue
and may even love the likes of you!)

II

I am not loved by such a beast
My bird
and bear
and hare
and fish
to give my love her fondest wish

Improbable

III

(See the wolf of brilliant mind!
He's quick of wit and always kind
It's never nerve that he may lack
The Towers first, then his pack
His heads held high and white fangs gleam
His job is clear : protect the beam
With willful speed he hunts his prey
And Ka keeps blowing day by day)

IV

I watched her burnher hair engulfed by
(charyou tree!)
flickering flames
while Ka and I watched by
like two old chums
out for midnight strolls
with nothing but wine and politics on our breath
funny how the word "political" meant nothing to me at the time
all that mattered was…

V

Ka

Meaning:

Destiny
Hope
God
Fate

Whatever name you want to give to the Bastard who completely takes control of your life!
Susan never did like it when I cursed

VI

Susan

Meaning:
My love
My life

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!

taken away in a series of threats
I traded her life
for the
(the Voyage?)
(the Quest?)
(the Fantasy that runs through a fourteen years of age boy?)
depends if that fantasy is a choice

I know mine was…..

……..be grateful…..

I'm not usually this truthful with strangers

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VII

Are you done with your naked production of salt water tears?
my friends call it crying
an incompetent showing of…
emo…?
emotions…?
a showing of emotions when sad?
oh, how ye all confuse me!
emotion!
crying!
what words ye use!
how they spoke when we found on the beach
oh! When we met on the beach!
and how I pulled them from doors
three floating cursed doors
their names graved in-

VIII

The Prisoner

"Eddie Dean, of New York"
a white powdered swan
a white powder swam in his eyes
through his lips
on his teeth
over buds on his tongue
like the farm of decaying corpse lilies
his deadly girlfriend, walking temptations
that sickening name
the whore that was graced Cocaine
pulling him through
a feat in itself
keeping him
helps death keep-a-knocking
for
"out of the frying pan
into the fire"
on a date where that "girlfriend" can't come….

….or wont….

I pulled him through for my own selfish use
and my use alone will her serve
he's my servant
my pawn
my stubborn drunk slave
who will bend to my will
at a whim
and yet
one of my few living friends
one who will fight for my breath
very few care enough now-a-days

IX

The Lady of Shadows

"Odetta Holmes of New York"
"Detta Walker of New York"
two personalities
sponged into one
the beauty of stealth
and the danger of not knowing the trait
neither one
sees the other
through a one way looking glass
and a launch button always in use
while her hand holds your neck
and her hands cup you blood
in a stream she had drawn through her mouth

it was a life time of years
from the brick
to the train
"The Pusher" fulfilled the act of his name
and in a rush of the cars
and a rush of the tracks
she now "walks"
with the wheels as her legs
she has not much reason to like that

she was second pulled through
or the third
if you prefer
her middle name
sprinted to first
as the twins became one
she accepted his ring
and the two
soon became Susannah Dean

x

and they walked down the path
down their path of the beam
learning to

(say your lessons)
prove themselves
(I do not aim with my hand)
worthy
(he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father,
I aim with my eye)
of a Gunslinger's
(I do not shoot with my hand)
art
(he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father,
I shoot with my mind)
train their hands
(I do not kill with my gun)
to pull without thought
(he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father,
I kill with my heart)
it is certainly not a New Yorker's fault
(then kill these)
and so they did……

XI

The Boy

"Jake Chambers of New York"
a task of Key, Rose, and Door
to collect "The Boy"
a boy now dead twice
all for smoke under the face of a man!
….let us change the topic under which we speak…
please.

XII

Soon we found the train
for
(Blain is a pain)
and that is the truth
patricia
under suicide fell
and the kingdom of Lud
passed away
through the gasses they once used themselves
fools if there ever were some
from Blaine
to the wolves
a trick of the mask
a decided game
for the scoreboard to show
but-
a "Sneech!"
a "Shot!"
a "Quake!"
and the death
as Jakes knees bend
on the head of a friend
may we pray for release of his soul
now may we all say…

XIII

Hile, Mia!
Hile, Mother!
Daughter of none
soon to be mother of one
The Chap
(oh my Chap!)
our little Red King
born to twin parents of White

Susannah and Miafor his soul how they fought!
two mothers
and one child between

Then how he was born!
with the mark on his heel
and his eyes that dazzling blue
as he then changed his shape
while on Mia he fed
there was a chorus that all should now sing:
"Hile, Mordred Deschain!
Hile, to our new Crimson King!!"

XIV

Now we walk
(with the tower) in front
and my son (with death) to our backs
to our sides nothing but seas and plains
still may I find my Tower
may I breach it too..
"For there I will sing all their names!"