(McKinley)

One more night would do just beautifully.

Crashing cymbal grand finale

last-breath kiss and cymbal cracking high C

flies out of me, or we moan a morbid harmony.

A video clip for my library.

Tender and obscene I back up on you,

you into me.

Tender and obscene you're into me.

You could be, you could be cruel.

You could be, you could be cruel,

a careless, smoking Bogey, and I'll be

I'll be Rosellini.

Rosellini asking slap me, slap me, slap me.

Beer backs down to the places you left.

A slow hand inside pushing down

brings back whiskey burn in my chest,

whisker burn on my neck. I draw you

black and white from way up here.

You're barstool, camels and a beer.