Cowboy Killers

They were cowboy killers
she and he
buckskin buckaroos shooting buckshot bold
rolling chambers smoking
rolling papers
mascara and dread
pistoleros banditos bombshell
muscles clenching piston-like tendons
leather reigns slapping hot
they ran on
on into a black night
heat lightening lariats overhead
the storm twisting like a bruised sombrero
laughing in fits of whiskey speak slur slowly slower slumbering on
seek ye the devil these two
seek ye his kingdom

blue eyes bluffing his way through the bankman's charm
those sweet sweet sandalwood grips
those sweet sweet leather-clad hips
but the bankman was a dead man
asleep before they were on their way

you didn't have't kill 'em
I ain't ever have to do 'nothin
but you didn't have ta
ain't nobody I ever kilt cause I hav't did
I kilt 'em good
n'dead
cause I wanted 'em to be.

TA