I found her hanging at sunrise

the law had left her there

she tickled lamp post with her toes,

the dew fresh on her hair.

I drove away the glad magpies

and buried her with crib

one hand still held her baby’s pins

the other clenched its bib.

I sold the last of what we owned;

bought Colt’s new forty-five,

and walked to work on moon soaked stones

with just my weighty prize.

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My boss was known for lots of breaks,

diseases made him piss;

by metal trough I went to wait

to hear him make it hiss.

In clumsy laugher came my boss

his final urine flowed

and as his trousers sagged down loose,

Colt made his back explode.

He lurched around still spraying free

with buttons all undone,

he gasped as chunks of lung he breathed

awash in piss and blood.