Revolver Ocelot (Ode to Lee Van Cleef)

Nudged Sketches of Flighty Things

Poetry of John E.WordSlinger

Revolver Ocelot (Ode to Lee Van Cleef)

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Revolver Ocelot (Ode to Lee Van Cleef)

No one had a way as he when he dismounted his horse.

When he was paid, he seen the job through. They say he was Gods gun far and wide.

There was no where anyone can hide. All can be placed in tombstone territory.

He was the classic villain, with a likable trait. The illusion, a good guy with a dark side.

A look meaning death before he’d draw. The man, and the gun, named Angel eyes,

spooked all who saw. Double deals back then spun many wagon wheels.

The wind howl’d, and the rain wash’d away the blood, but never his name.

He boarded a train to Tucumcari, with his bible, and horse to ride.

© 2010 John E.WordSlinger

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