Dmitriy P, the Ukrainian Cowboy
Skullet peeking out of a black cowboy hat,
Dmitriy P darkened the door
of the pub today, high noon,
and he has admitted to himself
that only mezcal and Lone Star
will get him back on that horse:
stirrups higher even
than we were last night.
No one knows better than DP knows:
the most dangerous showdown
is with ourselves; the devil
in the sight of our pistol
looks just like us;
the dusty Main Street
Is really just a mirror.
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