Keith Moul’s poems and photos are published widely. Finishing Line Press released a chap called The Future as a Picnic Lunch in 2015. Aldrich Press published Naked Among Possibilities in 2016; Finishing Line Press has just released (1/17) Investment in Idolatry. In August, 2017, Aldrich Press released Not on Any Map, a collection of earlier poems.
Cowboy for Cars
o disrespect, but this peculiar salesman beckoned me.
Saw-toothed, twanging, he dripped down-home blood,
or rushed it, all flushing into his head at once. “Cowboy”
the name, livened him. He lived up to it, faced Seattle
car buyers eventually to find Nirvana on a thousand
range acres of Montana. So be it, but I was no buyer.
He intoned: “You can’t settle for horse-life, saddled,
reined and spurred, poor as spit,” “you hustle cars er
some such thing,” these cars all badly used. “Jes settle
in like friens at a bar. You good folks and me’ll get it done.”
The cold night wind, Montanan wide, pushed me in then out,
a bellows of “love me, love my car” sucking air from my lungs,
both he and I white like glowing embers, like unshod steeds,
pawing and snorting to drive untethered to a big sky.
My evening wasn’t wasted. Did I tell you I didn’t buy?
Journal: Ralph L. Moul, Electrician Mate 2nd Class, U.S.S. Lexington: 3/3 to 8/23/1944