Post by Steve on Dec 17, 2005 15:57:43 GMT -5
old cowboys fighting on dusty roses
slinging guns, wandering bullets
snag the cheek of the sun,
drags ribbons of dusk through ghost town sky
like merry may pole girls dancing through field.
silver colt shimmerin` like aquatic moon-
like fish fresh from a pond, scales slick and lunar-
sneering smile smoking clouds
rise from the victor to choke the moon
with gloved fingers like grey lassos.
slinging guns, wandering bullets
snag the cheek of the sun,
drags ribbons of dusk through ghost town sky
like merry may pole girls dancing through field.
silver colt shimmerin` like aquatic moon-
like fish fresh from a pond, scales slick and lunar-
sneering smile smoking clouds
rise from the victor to choke the moon
with gloved fingers like grey lassos.