The tearing of flesh as
Unadorned barmaids calmly
Slide about the sanguine barroom
Steins of beer & whiskey bottles
On placid salvers held high
Over their heads, an action
Which only serves to accent
The graceful lines of their sex.
Leather vests, muddied chaps & dusters
Are slowly scarified. The sheriff
Plays cards at a corner table
With the Hierophant & Temperance
As malefic maelstrom swings
Madly about the remote setting.
Of course the orgiastic clash of cultures
Takes place in a bar as you raise
A glass of aged rum to the setting
Sun & dream & hope for change
From the c-note you just dropped
On the bar for that last round of drinks
In the hottest joint in Georgetown.
You and All of Us - Hoots and Hellmouth