Lone Star

Kerosene breathed

photo by hungrybison

dippin’, spittin’
mother fucker
armed with long cut,
two tins.

Country boy logic
smoke and mirror bravado
to fascinate big assed women on mechanical bulls.

The wide hipped buckle bunny
with  brown betty eyes
and a wet-t-shirt sophistication
conjured with a penetrating tounge
an acidic rain
which soaked
the half acre of paradise
between the calluses
on my hands
and my erection.

The girl with the duct tapped mouth made me smile.

We started a fire out in the middle of the road.
A windswept cinder
burnt a hole in her dress.

She poured Lone Star on me
and I pissed on her
till it was extinguished.


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