Monday, November 12, 2018

Butterflies On The Rocks. by Scot Young


Bends over
shows the red lace

stretched against
silk skin

she slowly adds
ice to a new drink

watching the clock
tick saturday night

seconds of lonely
I fold dollar

bills into
origami butterflies.





In 1960
scot young
watched
hopalong &
roy rogers
on a green
naguhyde sofa
stitched in
cowboys &
bucking broncos
complete with
wagon wheel arms

on saturday mornings
he cocked
his red ryder rifle
before ARs and AKs
before the country
went to hell
in a hate basket
when the good guys
always won

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