Cinema City

Dreamless traversing the lovesick meadow
In grey haze, pushing my fingers in dirty holes
The orange glow of my cigarette
Bleeds into the black autumn sky
Lingering with no virtue
I watch the rain shimmer on the cold earth
Over the mushrooms, over the weeds 
Empty loneliness and lachrymose nightjars
Vagabonds playing moon songs
As soft as a dying star  
Wounded boys made out of clay
Echoing requiems 
Wearing tattoos of hopeless isolation
In candlelight, I hear exotic animal tricks
Loving you is like a knife
A reverie of pride in embers 
Soaked in milky slumber
Mildew of promises, vomiting rainbows
Slap me, choke me, spit on me
Rape me, kiss me, make me yours 
Use me like I am useless
Whatever floats your boat 
Bareback pig filth
That's the kind of porn I like
Friendly mind, so romantic, laying on his chest 
Making a universe out of his beard 
Dirty fingernails through broken years
Silver and lavender tears 
I look out over the water
Your mouth feels like a tarnished ghost
Belligerent flickering on a forbidden road
Drunk poems and wistful odes, I adore
A man like a wolf
Kissing the scent of man 
Horseshoe lies, unravelling you
Obsessed with dreams of freedom
Wild with laugher in obsolete cinema 
I wear your cream in my eyes
Piss-stained goodbyes
Anchored to a dissolving ground
Gallivanting with every waning sun.