Where did you sleep last night?
Like him, this Wild West city is in
a slough, and it will sleep anywhere for filthy
pleasure. Pellicles of scum lie around pimps’ digs.
North-West nothingness.
Just the click of an erect gun for music.
(And he likes to sing along.
And he likes to shoot his gun.)
Smokefall, nightfall, dawn; nights watching
mute water trudge on, aqua sea-foam shame. It will
soon run dry, like the spit on his tongue.
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous,
Here we are now, entertain us.
a slough, and it will sleep anywhere for filthy
pleasure. Pellicles of scum lie around pimps’ digs.
North-West nothingness.
Just the click of an erect gun for music.
(And he likes to sing along.
And he likes to shoot his gun.)
Smokefall, nightfall, dawn; nights watching
mute water trudge on, aqua sea-foam shame. It will
soon run dry, like the spit on his tongue.
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous,
Here we are now, entertain us.
