cowboy poetry

let us express our baser passions
i said, i have shut my heart
he came and took me by the hand
happiness
high-born race
burly, dozing humble-bee
and how could you dream of meeting
friend, whose smile has come to be
in his guarded tent
master of human destinies am i
the old west, the old time
your body's motion is like music
at dawn, he said
i expect you