Buffalo Ranch

Judy played at the Buffalo Ranch
rode a sixteen hand horse
on a straight and narrow course
her saddle a pair of burning pants

she smoked red hot lipstick with her smile
a cowboy for each wrist
manhandled not kissed
she stuck it to them for awhile.

she had a poet in her left hand
a tattoo on the right
a sailor every Friday night
with his mind blown proudly in the sand

they tried to talk but Judy said "NO!"
"NO!" bleeding on the shore
"NO!" eyeballs rolling on the floor
looking for a safer place to go

her skinny body like a cage
squeezed on her own crib
a kiss and protruding rib
wooden balls and passion filled with rage

Judy played at the Buffalo Ranch
rode a sixteen hand horse
on a straight and narrow course
her saddle a pair of burning pants.