Monday, May 11, 2009

Agatta

Honky-tonk spit girls swing skirts ruffled for miles
while I see hidden treasures tucked away in sleeves
like the heel toe boot shot stuck between their teeth.

Rotten tabacco luck
shinning off rubber skin-
layers of sweat dosed with sand
chilled straight to a
long shit dog bone mile.

Come.

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