undated and untitled

The gunfights began in the street but ended in back alleys.
There were no surgeons nor were there seconds.
The last century began upon the shoulders of the railroads.
But the new century already suffers from faulty design standards.
What I love about poetry is how you can make a statement
You quite literally know is patently untrue!
In the west, all was desert, a vast waste, so very western.
A handful of natives burned grass or tumbleweed.
The few inhabitants hollered. And the settlers cowered,
Wrote letters to their parents, gentlemen farmers.
The town crier announced their abnegation from a stockade.
A bell was pulled in a steeple, a clapper clanged.
All evacuated and moved to a bog somewhere.
The ice was from Indiana, they were on principle
Opposed to deposit bottles. Liquor flowed like water.
Money grew on trees. The empty land parcels
Sprouted new developments, Sears homes shipped
Part by part to your absent door.
You are free to use the railings as a bludgeon.