now i live in Paris
& content myself with
sticky solid chocolate
hash , that **** ain’t as
good as the dank
i was smoking
when I lived on the river
with 3 boys & a ****
& le désespoir totale

we slept at dawn
together in beds
spread out like lions
on the savanna
they never laid a hand
on my quiet body
they always laughed
at my jokes & held me
when i needed it


my eyes were like
wells
when i drank whiskey
out of cups & when
i loved that melancholic
cowboy who came
from oil, with so much
money he didn’t
know where to buy
happiness

the pride dissipated
my love & the drinks
remain & well the cowboy
still cheats on his wife
now i smoke spliffs
& leave behind the crystal
smelly  mota

i don’t get as high
but i sure as hell don’t

**get as low