Truth and Consequences

I walked the lonely path the color of You choose this is a poetic duel to wits end or high noon Where do you spend a coined word The quick draw he drew a blank then there is the sure aim to please without pleasure A smith hammers as a poet with the sun high in the sky A ghostwriter in a ghost of a town opens the saloon door stepping out walking to his own tune You scribe something in the dust a thundering crack as the ink slings A reporter give s quick sketch on a pad A composer measure you for a coffin The originator was a word The scribbler well he Then a word slinger walks away