Samsara

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed. -Stephen King

He was the last cowboy
dressed in khakis and a
button down shirt.
His weapons
words

Master of Manipulation
he is not the Gunslinger;
my mistake. He is the Man
in Black

his plastic heart reflects his
transparent words of
I’m interested in you
as they fall to the floor
scramble,
colored
letters from
a child’s
magnet set.

Constant chase
cyclical
fleeing from the

Gunslinger

the Man in Black

Himself

pulling others
screaming silent
with his pretty words
into other
secret sensual
worlds
then he lets
go
Endless cycle
of pursuit, advance
retreat until

The Gunslinger

The Man in Black

ultimately
merge and
become

one

while the others
fall, float like
paper doll personas
of their previous
selves for

There are other
worlds
than these.