Ballad of the Missing Collection Plate of Testicles
three wagons
spilled taste of
a special mint
silver tea pot premonition
Jett Durango strikes her flint
bleached skeletons strewn from long ago
forked stick witchin'
three kegs of dimes
these prophecy times
like whiskey spirits
you got to tap into it
like divining whiskey kegs
horses went down with busted legs
their skeletons outline their not guilty by association
innocence bane shape of the preacher and his posse's greed
white collars and black cloaks blown remnants hang on the
barbed wire fence day of reckoning satan's deed
gossip's buzzin'
got a hold like a
bee locked in tweezers
Mattie Doc Holliday's cousin
joined the Order of the Sisters of Mercy
rowel points west Lavender Outlaw Sweetwater's spurs
prophecy plays another hand of cards
Jett Durango
your story is
all around 'bout you
and that grizzly bear
that preacher was sore
in the head when he stole from you
gray beard and missing collection plate of testicles
penis buried separately compliments of The Sundance Wives
religion of the hornets nest and bee hives
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist
Ron
That's a great word picture!
And I love the title!
Peace and many great stories about Jett Durango,
Dayvid