whiskey lit
moonbeams
bounced a question
off of The Sundance
Wives for a change - silver
quarter moon seductively sliced
knowing that the Wives were mature
listeners, asked,

"they're
seductive don't
you think?"

"yes,
we are
completely
inspired and
enamoured of
change - transcendence,
dross to phosphoresence,
we are equally engaged - as
to what is ash residue from
burn-off to quicksilver as mercury
looks in the mirror as shine to the
soul, phoenix rises in their vagina."

The House of
the Rising Sun,
The Colony's Placer
Claim sits under the
saloon, Madam Antonella's
whores rise above,

"is the
gold worth
more than the
whore?" Sage thought
to ask, thinking "there's
more of the Morgan Silver
Dollar - more weight in the
fuck than the ore car, and we
don't have to work for it, just
play the music, drink and collect
the whores tax,"

"Pussy,"
she said it! 
A.J. gold-leafed
the harlot, hung
the maple-framed
painting above the
bar, "like I said, I claim it,"

Pony Girl
pointed to
Sage's hat for
the match, "burn
the Wanted poster
of the Wild Woman!
her picture is sexy law,
it's good to be wanted,"

"Madam Antonella
needs a replacement,
she's moving on - to
Tombstone - I won't
miss her," Blaze lit up -
"smoke rings, phoenix
rises in their vagina,"

will The Sundance Wives
light the stick of dynamite?
will preacher see the light as
the phoenix rises in their vagina?

Copyright 10/17/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater firebrand lesbian novelist