Are you why I came out to this ghost town?
With your pelican neck
And breached face
Where your horrid stories
Of old men and pickup trucks
Out where the rust argues with the dust
Make me want you more
Because now I’m at ease
In your terrible wind
And you are so young
Let me mold you with philosophy
The death of God at the expense of the birth of self
Let me learn you
The anatomy of terror and drugs
Shaking hands with disease
The carnival at the gateway to the gods never ends
Let me kiss that scar on your elbow
Down to your wrist too weak for a hand
I will dig a hole never to be filled
You will sit draped in maniacal laughter
Allowing me to daydream the dream of a rotting corpse
Because you are clay
And I am nothing
And both of us will piss on love
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