one night stand At THE ok corral

Eyes stapled into the thin black line
of an over hanging bulb's cloak, while
the stale sweat stuffs it's mouth with
the heat of last nights passion. Miles
away from the victim, yet fucked up
and offering the drunken cries of a cruiser
sinking.

Rugged and reckless in the fort of
an eternity's juggling act. Who'd
have known the keys knew this -
yet the amazon seduces the next
unfortunate victim, as he gropes
and fails to stand to attention;
shrinking.