the last draw

wore my sharpest spurs today.
met you at high noon

like you wanted

i kicked open the doors
of the saloon

forced down some club soda

i pretended to be a mad dog

you pulled up in your mustang


it was time...
to draw.


we cracked our knuckles
glared into eachothers eyes


for what seemed like eternity,

i swallowed my tongue

you pulled out a brush
me,
my SuperBIC 4 color

i was beat.