The Last Episode of The Lone Ranger
Tanto, he writes,
Things are not as they used to be.
I am as useless as an Iron Lung.
Riding around in his Ford Pinto
The Lone Ranger looks for anything
To do − the one working headlight
Finding vultures on the side
Of the road.
Driving through the night
Scanning the radio for WXYZ
This long prairie night of his soul.
Finding no one to save
He buys a whore with a case of silver bullets.
She holds him like a little boy
Rocks him back and forth.
They don’t have sex.
He cries in her arms,
“I’m a man in a boy’s costume,”
“I am a jaw bone at a Wedding.”
Later that evening
The Lone Ranger writes another letter
Dear Tanto,
Things are not as they used to be.
I am as useless as mouth without teeth.
I wish you were here.Sincerely, Lone.
Christopher
Christopher Leibow is a poet, visual artist and a sensei is a lay minister with Bright Dawn Way of Oneness Buddhism and is the sensei and founder of the Salt Lake Buddhist Fellowship which he has led for ten years. He has had his art and poetry published international. He lives in Salt Lake City and spends his time with his two youing boys Teague and Ronen
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