Cowboys don’t feel shame no matter how many gowns they rip.
John Wayne’s Honda Civic got gallup to it
and cracked headlights that don’t feel shame, neither.
The folks a man meets:
Women and men and poets and artists;
Sorceresses and thieves.
Cowboys write about tumbleweeds and necrophilia;
Got dirty teeth;
are Phillip Morris friendly.
John Wayne has nightmares:
hotel rooms, hotel rooms,
giant swimming beasts.