The Lovers

Crawdad Nelson
"You're a trim dame," said Jack,
seriously. "I know a place
where sand gleams and gold
finches will fly in with a
new skirt at daybreak
smelling of peaches and the outdoors."

"Why don't I pick you up and
show you where it is?"

He curled his prize mustache and explained,
"I'm king there and all I eat is nectar
from a glass and the bar is a classy joint,
horns in a corner, glass in windows,
minimal gunplay, art splattered on the wall."

Published by Crawdad Nelson

I'm a student, journalist, naturalist and forager. I've worked in a variety of occupations, from greenchain puller to small magazine editor, sometimes more than one at a time.  View profile

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  • bones3/1/2010

    sharp

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