Pistolero,
a last survivor of mint and blood
awash with basin fresca lite
drunk on blood and mint
spinning down the drain
as one would circumvent the globe.
Hot air ballooons of vehemence
fuel burned for going notwhere
faster than the trigger fingers
of cooler hands and hotter heads.

the romance of retirement is wasted
on the young
joints aged by the artisans
talented in taking live...

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