Mecca

desperado. six gun in his hand held tight. rough rider sworn by an oath. an oath.

neon lights ahead tumbleweed floats by. motel per hour ahead a place to rest his weary head.

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If that night had not.
If she had not. But it’s true.
If that night had not.
If she had known this asphalt mecca.

thunder dark sky closed to fit the time slot. he searches through the rain hoping for answers.

his spurs hold a hollow jingle these days. his strut is flawed. his head a few inches lower.

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this moldy, half rotten structure, pieces of a wrecked past. he came to take her hand. instead he took her life.

answers so few. lies like bumper stickers. regrets so many. he cries those lonely tears.

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