if i wore boots with spurs

17 Jul

that wild outpost open to the public last frontier we call
the laundry mat,
where colors spin in opera windows,
space ship windows and
people sit in lawn chair leisure,
with problems behind their own opera window eyes
in these the last days
before limbs and minds become like teeth,
removed and soaked in sauce,
disappearing into sterile perfection,
our minds and hearts still behave like western saloon doors,
shutters fluttering and open
horror movie wind,
but barged through anyway,
people pining
coins in the slot,
shall we play?


2 Responses to “if i wore boots with spurs”

  1. kvennarad July 18, 2016 at 4:59 am #

    I recall a story a friend told me about his trip to Las Vegas. He was in a casino and needed (what the locals quaintly call) the bathroom. In there he found a guy who was putting coin after coin into the condom dispenser, and stuffing his pockets with the products. My friend commented “Don’t you think you have enough of those?” and the other guy retorted, “Push off – I’m on a roll here!”

    • Steve Myers July 18, 2016 at 10:31 am #

      i’ve never blown up a condom. i wonder if they’re easier to inflate than dollar store balloons?

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