bring your six-shooter
and your shield of thoughtless virtue
meet me down by the park
for our karmic realignment
cross your door with red paint
take down that iron horseshoe
fill the letterbox with lavender
for you are not coming home
that tired tirade laps over me
a warm, sibilant breaking wave
I am cotton-covered, whisper-wrapped
and positively protected from you
so I see the sneaking eagles
have been watching my position
well, the little golden mosquitoes
have been watching yours
so bring your six-shooter
and your shield of worthless iron
we shall go down by the park
and realign