Becoming a “Be”

I’d like to be the shadow
Of a cowboy
’S just lost a last gunfight
I’d like to be a shot-dead cowboy
Plus some rays of light

And I want to leave
At the end of the day
Without any warning
(—come back in the morning—)

Nah, I’d rather be a shadow
Of smoke in a stovepipe
Fit to grok all the shades they keep
Fixed to unknocked doors and slim creeps

Yeah, I’d be like sums of a person plus suns
I’d know a person like a round-the-back shadow knows one,
First in at dimlight.
I’d be the shadow of a cowboy with depth-shots in pockets
And sun off chromed duomi of dolor-o-mite.