Greenbrier
By Mark Heathcote
Mon, 16 Jan 2012
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I’ve cut my teeth on smoking barrels
Chewed honker in a drawn out kiss
Its dried riverbed done broke my balls
Such is a Western harlot, playing whist.
Never quick to shoot, I’ve steady, aim.
Beat partridge out that wild heather
Highballed, like a locomotion train…
Across, ghost bikini, moonlit lands.
A prairie dog, howling forth the starlight
A snake crawling barded a razor wire
“A lizard speaks with two dead tongues”
Saddles, up in a dustbowl; greenbrier.
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