Jug tips back
as cowboy's thirst burns
many spasms roll through body
lips zap with touch of liquid
path and thoughts were guided
by opinionated sergeant's corpse
unknowingly vex the path ahead
with nostalgic wistful inattention
to ascension through the canyon
while he thinks only of
his pin-up, Eve Chrysler
imagines they meet at brunch
the ok corral is just as distant
innumerable miles away
she lies unbuttoned
Oct. 29, 09
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