neon moon

“hey there desperado, let’s dance”

a narcissus kissed neon moon

over a melancholy mohave

reveals a lawless lass in a turquoise lavaliere

drunk on the delirious reverb of a slide guitar

she’s the kind whose kisses break capillaries

a whiskey apparition of a woman

painted lips like sunset dunes

legs like meandering trail rides

a pearl handled kind of rapture

as wild battalions of constellations fall

to a scorched earth

horizon’s resembling vintage postcards

speckled with vultures

two desert sparrows descend

to sway like agave spines

amidst arid gusts of gun smoke

just for the hell of it

“you think I’m kidding, billy?

just runaway with me

I can ride bare back

and you, well –

you’re the kind of trouble

a girl’s been looking for”

a. duncan, 2018

 

 

 

 

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