Deadwood Passage
an eyelid twitch, a nervous cough become longing tells his Wild Bill eyes smoothed into blandness an old habit learned and worn between fat moments when everything moves too fast for any but the narrowest openings a wilderness he lived in with a few other solitary hostiles shooting at trespassers as would-be settlers his sleepy look fooled even some who knew better by now each player was […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 