New Todd Moore
A new film on Dillinger
Public Enemy, with Johnny Depp
is coming out soon.
What better time
to feature a new poem
by American’s best outlaw poet?
–Victor
burning the
crow
folsom shot
w/the 45
auto the
recoil made
his right
hand dance
across a
dry light
ning sky
then he
splashed
the wings
w/lighter
fluid &
got a hot
fire going
before
sitting cross
legged in
the weeds
i love the
way the
fire pops
its guts
folsom sd
it’s the
last time
the crow
gets to
sing
todd moore
outlaws?
felony faces
cut down the alley
like a cold breeze
police sirens
sing the same names
as last night
darkness covers
snow-filled footprints
a silent accomplice
that allibis the lot
the outlaws
strut the street
talking shit
like they’ll live forever
until they reach
the “house of rita”
the fortuneteller
where they all
go suddenly mute
and cross the street
together
palms in their pockets
viva todd moore
bang
bang