We left the town
on this beat down
dusty trail of
gilas and rocks,
squabbling about
who owes who what,
and what for that
drunk poker cheat
stole my hard coin,
smack that paint up
girl had a smile
for me at dark,
swilled last liquor
from my saddlebag -
my tongue was a
might bit sharper
than his thin skin
and I jabbed him
clean and through
until he drew...
I left a body
just off the trail,
behind a boulder,
about ten miles back,
clear and peaceful
this quiet track.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Over at dVerse Poets, Shanyn has us writing Cowboy Poetry.
Rough going here... only one last man left standing. And the title feels so much Cowboy.. riding into sunset with a trail of bodies left behind.
ReplyDeleteHah, good to hear from you Bjorn. Yup, settling arguments the TV cowboy way.
Delete!! Very intriguing poem... and I'm sure it isn't so far fetched. Excellent job.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the visit, Margaret. It probably happened once or twice, I think.
Deleteoyoyoy....they weren't doing long talks when there were open invoices to settle...he.. great take on the prompt sir
ReplyDeleteThank you, Claudia. "Open invoices," that's good.
DeleteNice. I like it. Great addition to the cowboy poetry being shared for this prompt. Thanks for joining us.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shanyn. Very good of you to share your love of cowboy poetry with us all.
Deletewhew...gotta watch grabbing a rattlesnake you know...sometimes you might walk away but other times they might draw a bit quicker and it will be you there in the ditch....cool write man
ReplyDeleteTough way to settle an argument, for sure. Thanks, Brian.
DeleteWhoa! I didn't see that end coming at all~ The quiet poet wields more than a pen, I guess :)
ReplyDeleteHah. Always glad to surprise. Thanks, Andrea. :)
DeleteHas a Clint Eastwood, "Man With No Name" vibe.
ReplyDeleteLove that you wrote it in the first person for maximum sudden impact
Hey Stevie, thanks, gotta love any Eastwood comparison.
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