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 weeds

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