I will roll myself one more Cowboy Smoke
Risking spilled tobacco
And ride into the
Valley of your words

I will leave my six-gun on the bar
Daring brave young Hooligans
To draw on me
As I seek you out.

These are dangerous trails you've mapped
With Lost Canyons
Deep
And
Dark
Replete with cause to worry.

But I am in no hurry, Madam.
Let them have at me.
The brigands and
Foul desert
All of your
Dark Designs.

I still got me
One good
Cowboy smoke...
I can walk
Into your words
By that
One
Weak
Light.