A Toast to lost ghost towns
lobos and hell-hounds
roasting with outlaws
chose quick-draw or bust~
and bounty hunters
lie in the dust
of empty cartridges
and rusty guns
none reflecting sunny gleams
just gunfighter dreams
grounded by lust~
Gone are the cowboys
riding high in the saddle
tough as cuss
casting long shadows
spitting tobacco stained
chaps hang from hips
driving herd of cattle
through the gap in the ridge
of brahma bull skulls
that rattle inside
where sidwinders and diamond-backs
like to hide
where long-horns and wildfires
Beat the tar out of tweed trousers
in sage-brush bryors
Farting pinto beans and grits for hours
in box-canyon bliss
horse thieves are hanged
where cougars piss
while stark tumble-weeds by
sundried geckos and lizzard carcuses
echo hollow mumbles
of wallowing buzzards
and flies around
stench watering eyes
In a barren arid dusty desert

~EchoTexasMemory
~aka. earthman
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