For Seth Abramson and his James Franco by James Franco by James Franco by James Franco etc. poems—
and to all the other Franco poem poets: one Lee Hazlewood (July 9, 1929 – August 4, 2007) slangin’ poem. Best read aloud by a baritone.
& a brokedown faulty volta.
James Franco writes Los Filez
at the only hotel in town
but Barton Lee Hazlewood
is dead & has been heard & not listened to.
This is a stone cold Cohen poem atonement
& in protest of the Franco poets.
I’m a cowboy in Oregon via Henderson, Nevada
at 3:52 am on a subzero Monday morning.
The grass outside is crunch & glitter & bears.
The Doug firs have widow maker limbs
& layers of hoarfrost & 100s of rings.
My winter is really
made from these things. I think
tomorrow is today: three beers
in the laundry room & coffee to tend
& end rhymes to transcend—
goodbye. That’s all she penned.
*italics denote various micro-excerpts of James Franco or (mostly) Lee Hazlewood works.