Cowboy erotica removes its Stetson

Eyes of ghost strangers

Sleep like silent fish forks.

 

don’t eat me, I’m not a pig

 

My coat isn’t thick enough in the winter

terrifying shop keepers

 

TAKE THE STAIRS INSTEAD OF THE LIFT

PIG PIG PIG – Bacon Butty anyone?

 

I ruminate on only blood and brain to haunt

the boneyard of my dreams

drinking a sunset in a spring of uncertain pleasures

chasing dreams a victim of the night