tried to visualize a box canyon
i'd seen quite few in my time
venecia was hotter than ever
there was no way I could say no
she has a sharp mind .. body that won't wait
while we rode to the box canyon
she spilled her entire tragic story
her husband was a stoner pothead
would never work so she'd left him in another state
said she didn't care for cocaine .. only going along
related viola had been dating rednecks
asked why i'd moved far ..up to colorado
told her my story .. leaving nothing out
there existed a strong attraction between us
parked along the box canyon's arroyo .. we kissed
kissed .. kept kissing .. soon lost our clothes
there on the side of the deserted highway
up against .. on the hood of her sports car
twice we made the most passionate love
all the while looking far .. far down
into the secluded .. rustic box canyon
frightened pack of horses .. all running wild
fear of lightning had put a scare into them
perspiring rivulets .. we drank more longnecks
damn it .. venecia smelled so pleasant
breathing her in .. outside, in nature
was quite a burning hot turn on
then and there we made plans
she wanted to escape from mario
it would be awhile before we'd actually move
first to return home like nothing happened
then she'd to pick mario up for his rehab
they'd reconstructed his nasal cavity
he'd damaged it from snorting cocaine
once back .. he kept playing crazily with his gun
cocaine screaming through his fucked up mind
waving the .38 at us .. he was all over the place
everyone kept snorting generous eight balls
every hour on the hour .. all night and day
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StandingBear
