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160 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1969
i have stridden the fuming way / of sun-hammered tracks and / smashed cinders; / i have ridden rails / and burned sterno in the gantry silence of hobo jungles: / i am a dark manKing has said his first visions of Flagg were of a faceless man dressed in cowboy boots, jeans, and a denim jacket forever walking the roads an exile, an outsider, but a malevolent presence nevertheless. "The Dark Man" is a peek into that evil, a poem that is a confession of murder and rape.




Just a short work of DARK poetry by Stephen King, but WOW!....the DARK... the DESOLATE....the CREEPY-CRAWLING artwork by Glenn Chadbourne is totally awesome and makes the poem come to life. The DARK faceless man bookmark that was part of my purchase is pretty cool too!
Found out here that King first envisioned and wrote about THE DARK MAN in college (1969 copyright) and now Randall Flagg is one of his greatest DARK villains. Good ole EVIL RF!
I know I will enjoy viewing this one many times over. Great Collectible!
I have stridden the fuming way
of sun-hammered tracks and
smashed cinders;
I have ridden rails
and burned sterno in the
gantry silence of hob jungles:
I am a dark man.
I have ridden rails
and passed the smuggery
of desperate houses with counterfeit chimneys
and heard from the outside
the inside clink of cocktail ice
while closed doors broke the world—
and over it all a savage sickle moon
that bummed my eyes with bones of light.
I have slept in glaring swamps
where musk-reek rose
to mix with the sex smell of rotting cypress stumps
where witch fire clung in sunken
psycho spheres of baptism—
and heard the suck of shadows
where a gutted columned house
leeched with vines
speaks to an overhung mushroom sky
I have fed dimes to cold machines
in all night filling stations
while traffic in a mad and flowing flame
streaked red in six lanes of darkness,
and breathed the cleaver hitchhike wind
within the breakdown lane with thumb levelled
and saw shadowed faces made complacent
with heaters behind safety glass
faces that rose like complacent moons
in riven monster orbits.
and in a sudden jugular flash
cold as the center of a sun
I forced a girl in a field of wheat
and left her sprawled with the virgin bread
a savage sacrifice
and a sign to those who creep in
fixed ways:
I am a dark man.

"i have ridden rails
and passed the smuggery
of desperate houses with counterfeit chimneys
and heard from the outside
the inside clink of cocktail ice
while closed doors broke the world–
and over it all a savage sickle moon
that bummed my eyes with bones of light."