i'm tired

i dont want to sip gin
i want to gulp pleasure amongst

horses in the country where the mexicans
are
or purchase railroad and build a long stretch
of heaven for when the sun sets on the great southern
bight and i am three clicks from a cliff
where the bottom is just a gulp
for the sea, the waves

with their long stretched fingers play pretty
with my corpse and lay it flat back

my eyes stare up into what will be dark sky
and maybe starlight will fill those orbs,
so dead, so vacant

and maybe as i thought of us- just the two of us
on this earth- lying on a car-crash of memory
and dancing in the country by golden manes,
and twirls of dust.

i think that my eyes will trap that memory
and the starlight overhead fill us with music,
and that, my dear, is how we dance forever.