our words were flying
back and forth
over the ether
like butterfly fists
whizzing like bullets
our metaphors
exchanging blows
like prizefighters.
I thought
I was keeping up
my end pretty well,
since in some circles
I am known
for being quick
on the draw,
possessing a hair trigger,
having the fastest words
in the West, and beating people
to the punch.
Imagine my surprise
when you bested me.
I’ll hand over
that belt now – careful
with my six-guns, they’re loaded! –
and send you the crown
tomorrow.
well played, sir.