the Buffalo

black and pink pigs sit at tables

Talking about nothing or

Simply lost in a waking sleep

The young sucklings taking it all

In.

I shovel shit colored mudd into

My mouth using whatever's closer

A fork or spoon. Shrimps. Severed

Chicken legs. Where are the feet

I can't stop crying.

I'm absolutely Dead inside

and full of thoughts

Of you with your blue eyelids

And wide mouth. Your skinny shoulders

And big hands.

The wind of you

Has filled the sky with feathers

Making it hard to breathe or sleep

I've won all the money but i'm still

alone in my heart

alarms sound victory

Throughout the casino

God puts a cigarette in my mouth

Death cannot touch me

The whores call out

my name From the shallows

They'll suck my wet cock

For nothing tonight Even though

nothing is ever free

Here in buffalo

And there you are always

the time it takes to shoot a gun

When I open my eyes for a moment

At 4 in the morning with the blankets

Binding me to the broken bed

The burning feeling of dread

in another boat

Your lips and skin covered with

Pimples and moles black

Like the moon

your back With it's bandage

and blemished surfaces

The sweat under your mouth

I've tasted the sky there

And my plane has no place to land

I'm crashing into the moon

A black breathing

The black breathing of Air

The black smoke of your mouth

and black kisses