Monterey

Under a loop of stars
In the vulgar cold

The dead airport lay

By the pebbles of the highway
Through the snail clouds
You soared to your lover

I hurried away my darling

With a howl in my throat

Hiding inside the ****s

In the orange grove

The black rooster crowed

Through the hollow of the midnight
With my shot blood
With stains on my fingers

I run with the damned, my darling

They have taught me to laugh

To laugh, to laugh