At The End of America’s Days

This Primal Buddha
In the Kitchen of the East
Wrote my name in Ashes and Rainbows
Smeared my love in the Dust
Poured my Drink in the Shadows
Paid my bill in the Moonlight
Drained my Blood into his Ancestors’ Grave

And then …
Pronounced us Man and Wife
And we Dangled Tin Cans
Behind our Chevrolet
At the End
of America’s Days

This Four-Paws Buddha

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