rusty lock on
swinging gate
gray sand old
time photo of squinting
cowboy gun rasied--
BANG--thumbs in
belt hook
spits tobacco on
memory I haven't
even been born
yet and he's gone
and buried himself--
six feet of dirt--in
the ground,
she winks through
glass hued glass
transparently as I
pass--
the slug catches me
in the chest
blood and gore--
I'm clutching my
insides
all out bleeding out
no breath,
she lights a candle
blows out the match
red lipstick kiss
the curtain falls
like the sun sets
like my eyes shut
like the wind
ever goes--
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