sign's cherrycoke light they called it my body
they called it dextrose lips with unlit cigarette
they called it cinematic napkin
it wouldn't stop dripping rhinestones dripping milk
& plastic Jesuses each ambiguous as a cowboy
It was just about this time the desolate cowboys
shed their skins along Via Dolorosa— It
made for passion under the palms unlike milk
the plastic Jesus wept, its gnostic body
wept sweat— It was just about then a napkin
wiped him when intemperate as a spoon a cigarette
succored him what a smoking milkshake my last cigarette
succored him see & he bawled I was one swell cowboy
I'd always wanted to be Veronica's napkin
I could suck face like a Polaroid then I like it
like that but there I was in Jesus' body
melting, Neapolitan ice cream melting, milk-
shakes melting, the chocolate redrose melts, it's milk
the straw sucked berserkly, a candy cigarette
lit impetuously smoldered cherrycokefizz, my body
fizzed rosaries & the sarsaparillas the cowboys
slurped— they couldn't get enough exquisite
diamondback nakedness enough cacti enough napkins
to get this torrent of lipstick clotted— the napkins
get kissed & kissed, they get scalded, the steamed milk
leaked like tear ducts leaking from Jesus' armpits
& now its time for a cigarette—
it's a sunset with blushing cheeks these pinko cowboys
ride off into & scenery in Jesus' body
was a marquee's alphabet fizzling antibodies
bawling nosebleeds a napkin
stemmed slambang— this wound I'm gone into is a cowboy's
fade-out amidst saguaros discharging milk
& milkshakes & the haze from a menthol cigarette
The Western's over at last & I'm not an exit