Under the loop of stars

In the vulgar cold

The dead airport lay

By the pebbles of the highway

You soared to your lover

I hurried away my darling

With a howl in my throat



Hiding inside the weeds

In the orange grove

Black rooster crowed

Through the hollow of the midnight

With my blood shot

With stains on my fingers

I run with the damned my darlind

They have taught me to laugh