Space Cowboy
I'm a space cowboy
riding imaginary horses
with black light saddles
herding cows in my closet
my six shooter is my finger
making bullet sounds with my lips...
My ten gallon hat
filled with false optimism
borrowed from a circus clown
in a barnyard outhouse...
My posse are ghost riders
in the milky way
we lasso Taurus the bull
and have shoot outs
with villains
shaped as shadows
on the star dust trail....
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