gods cocaine

the sun was irrelevant
the sky was irrelevant

we stood here 
in a row looking 

like a bunch of heroes 
pulling a smile 

from a drawer
from a tree growing 

money for our brilliant
pollution

a pink frosty 
king candy 

i am 
enormous 
without guilt 

or glint
of extinction

on the horizon 
metropolis riots

& cowboys 
the rainbows

cowboys the ladies
cowboys the money
cowboys the poverty
cowboys the cowboys who aren’t cowboy 
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