pAn(I)mosity
Ran the light, cop behind follows closely but after a moment airy (laps of fear) he speeds by on his great white bike on the prowl for some thing bet her something moore inte-resting thana couple of kids speeding pastal toes down Revolucion. Who are we but a couple of dumb foreigners feigning indigeny? Let the bar tender slyde the drink over to you with a cool confidence like you haven’t
scene
in a while
accept from prostitutes in those sleazy backdoor hotels with the vi be r ating beds we all tried to use as kids (if you’ve ever spent your chiled hood in those types of places). Never really knowing what the hell is going on just that some thing is going on some ware... think about that
necks time
you are master baiting and I guarantee you something will stand erect. There’s probably some poor Dog s lie ding in N out of alley ways getting picked up in the mid dull of the after nuncas no one cares enough to say anything so they don’t even bother trying to hide it beneath the cask aiding dark Ness.
wait in line wait in line wait in line wait in line wait in line wait line wait line wait in line wait in line wait in line wait in line.
Bye, the food, try to speak, he has no clue, only words he gets: Seen your buried toe? so he gives it to me and I realize I didn’t wash my hands after I got piss all over them in the street while I walked on the high way but traffic sso slow I’m walking and pissing beside the car as it rolls on Children holding pup/pies in the air trying to cell them, some one tells me the burrito I ate was made from cat or Dog meat.
but
I don’t care much cause it was the best damned buried toe I ever had, I swear to God.
Then I get to thin king bout the massage parlor I was in
how cheap happy endings are there
May be
Eye lull
go back. Not like I have the time to talk anyways, I’m busy doing other things, busy thinking a bout where I’ll be in 5 years. I used to think it was so stupid the way people could let themselves end up alone but now I just laugh cause it’s true how easy it is to end up
0n your 0wn.
That bar was real nice, some hotel my sister’s friend owns so the drinks were on him.
absynthe, tastes like nigger babies.
Order a whiskey, stray tuh, the girl next to me’s gagging from the smell but I order her a Chivas anyways.
She smiles
and her arm slides over my hand
past my wrist
up to my neck
and next thing I know she’s on top of me in that sl-easy hoe tell down the road with the bed vye
bray ting and now it all makes cents to me why it’s for ah dults own lee
an eye-mm
loving loving loving loving loving it all, absolutely.
Wonder if I’d make a good Fa(r)ther.
I burst i burst i burst i burst i burst iburst iburst eyeburst IBURST!
Purl nek less. Dar
ling let me inside again, but she’s tuh eye erd and drunk an
passed out so I leave her there to pay the bill cause I don’t really have the money. I go back to the bar and the tee veez are all on playing fu’tbol or foot-ball or what-ev-er the hell it is yore in tu.
They always love the ring, lotta Latin fighters in the ring and they love the anima(I)city that’s just how they are, how we are. They gotta throw sum blud into the micks otherwise things get terribly dull extremely fast, that s just the nature of things. Can- toh nuh gun, byuh .44 mag numb for shhh-its an gih guls, fire that sucker off and wah ch- the blue flame burst out the tip a that gat like a han tryna catch its seed be for it s outta reech.
Bursting bursting bursting bursting
I wrote a letter asking her if she loves me, maybe she’d want to come with me, I haven’t heard back. Fingers crossed,
May be...It’s just blind hopefulness.
(I) can feel it already. This aint wormwood is it? He smiles and keeps cleaning his glass with that filthy white rag of his, or at least it was white, maybe, some time ago.
Say my name, whats my name, say my name, say my name, say my
name what the hell is wrong with you, stop that relentless shaking it s freeking me the hell out
I justw atnw a another drink for goodssenakesss.
Pleasurable pleasureable pleasure able?
calm. calm calm calm
Whiskey one ice cube. Shot of tequila with Tabasco in it. Burns so good.
Light
a cigarette cause thank God you can still burn one here in the bars and restaurants. itsa fucking miracle I tell you.
forget about it.. forget about it but that bitch from the hotel just came
down and she’s pissed, how’d she know to find me- he(a)re?
i don’t trust a woman like that,
where’s my wallet? front pocket who does that?
intelligent people of course who wouldent like getting pickpocketed in this Godforsaken place. Thatid be just great. the rest of your family looks white but you’re the token beaner looking motherfucker. Those icey sonsofbitches will probably think iam being smuggled across the border. HA! I problee speak better ing lish than most of those motherfuckers!
Somehow at some point somewhere I traded my twenty for two hundred pesos and some drinks. Flashes of a man buying me a bucket of beer, every woman I met was named Guadalupe or at least I thought so and I may have been ripped off. Theres a chip in my front tooth and my family is absolutely furious.
What do they expect, young guy like me let loose in this orgy of hedonism....
(hee hee hee haa haa haa!)
ime bound tu mayk a few mis takes, orso ive ben tot thru my x ten siv life x peer ee inse.
(hee hee hee haa haa haa!)
Doe nt stress a bout it thoe, giv em tie mmm, thay ll ferr get, or thay ull...
or they’ll turn it into a joke and
(hee hee hee haa haa haa!)
all of a sudden you’re that hilarious sonofabitch
(hee hee hee haa haa haa!)
who does crazy shit like that.
Hee hee hee Ha Ha Ha Ha HAAAA!
And I turn
and say to mother,
smiling as only I smile
How bout that?
****************************************************************************************
Hotel Cavalier
Take Me
and I'm breathing like a dog
panting sweating brewing
up my own idea of how this goes
let's have it filthy Darling, shall we?
in the front passenger seat
with your legs splayed upward and out
in those awkward looking yoga poses
you do while i'm gasping for air
watching the windows fog up
and the imprints on them become visible
faint smell of cigarettes lingering on your
hands as you run them over my face
up in between strands of hair
tongue in ear fingers in merciless cunt
warm clothiness rubbing against my ass
tender squeaking of suspension and
romanticized visions of endless sexcapades
endlessly coming, and coming, never going, only coming
arch of your back pierced by two dimples just above your
buttocks
immaculate marble floors, i point out to her
I don't know shit about floors.
our brown vintage luggage set was being rolled along
on a cart by some poor brown boy with strong english
through golden double doors leading to a service elevator
we took our own, found ourselves in a room full of mirror
cautious eyes all around, dubiously caressing our bodies
and yet so sharply those eyes stung to express such frailty
that feeling of the earth trying to pull us back
as if we might have flown too far from the floor
i've got my hand buried in her hair
thick brown mane she has
massaging the back of her neck
she's wiggling her ass by then she's so excited
gently squeezing at my hand with both of hers
doors finally slide open, we’re showered
by the sunlight that seems to pour
through the windows
overlooking the valley floor to ceiling
a mural drenched in sea foam green
fluorescent neon beams of electrified light
fiery clouds splashed like paint across the sky
everything beneath all of it all the people
floating about on their two clubs of flesh
that mingle with wandering sockets
who illuminate visions of distress
and of lust of hate of self loathing
of premature comings and goings
mangled in a tragic orgy of faraway gazes
she clung to my hand,
head resting on my shoulder
as i looked out over that horizon
a faint smile i managed to muster
for appearances sake
i don't give a damn
or i do and i merely feign indifference
try not to think about it too much
you've been drinking again, she says
face pressed against mine nose to nose
sniffing me out like she always does
i lightly peck her on her cheek
don't mind it darling
the drinking never ends with you,
as she walks into the bathroom.
sigh and of course I'm following
moping about like some lethargic caricature
of a bloodhound you might see in cartoons
surrounded by mirrors
projections of her naked flesh
the steam rising and clouding them
slide my hand across the surface
meet my own eyes
haven't shaved in a week
i'm standing there, nude
in need of a good trim
genitals gleefully waving back at me
get into the shower with her but it’s a sad sort of sensuality
a disparaging tenderness that reminds me of a mother with a dying son
or maybe something different,
something in the way of a teardrop
falling from the lips of a kiss.
*****************************************************
The Meat Rack
High top sneakers squealing on the feet of a queer walking by
thunderously crashing to the ground with each step. Strange-
like gracefulness to the stride though, almost floating
above the crash of the rubber to the pavement.
Some spick, dancin’ in the moonlight
thinks he’s real hot-shit the way
he moves his feet, really shuffles those fuckers,
glaring up at me with a flirtatious snark.
Light a cigarette; watch the smoke trail off like a
blinding rail of light reflecting against the droplets of sunshine
that hadn’t completely washed away from the sky
as the moon perched itself high above the edge of reason.
Slide my hand across the table, gently over hers
and feel that warmth emanating, a hot coal in my grasp.
Give her the chance to pull back, then hard and firm,
remember you’re a man. Act accordingly.
Look at the way she fiddles with her hair,
the way she chews her nails, and looks at her feet.
Take notice of her nervously biting the corner of her lip,
tender pink pillows, luscious and moist.
That little spick's still there swayin' his hips
like pendulums of flesh swinging
to some unheard pulse, some soundless rhythm.
Keep your eye on the girl, lean in close.
Don’t jump the gun though. Pull back and light another
cigarette, make her really want it, let her build it up
in her own mind. You won’t disappoint, you know that.
You’re just... looking for a bit of attention.
Ran the light, cop behind follows closely but after a moment airy (laps of fear) he speeds by on his great white bike on the prowl for some thing bet her something moore inte-resting thana couple of kids speeding pastal toes down Revolucion. Who are we but a couple of dumb foreigners feigning indigeny? Let the bar tender slyde the drink over to you with a cool confidence like you haven’t
scene
in a while
accept from prostitutes in those sleazy backdoor hotels with the vi be r ating beds we all tried to use as kids (if you’ve ever spent your chiled hood in those types of places). Never really knowing what the hell is going on just that some thing is going on some ware... think about that
necks time
you are master baiting and I guarantee you something will stand erect. There’s probably some poor Dog s lie ding in N out of alley ways getting picked up in the mid dull of the after nuncas no one cares enough to say anything so they don’t even bother trying to hide it beneath the cask aiding dark Ness.
wait in line wait in line wait in line wait in line wait in line wait line wait line wait in line wait in line wait in line wait in line.
Bye, the food, try to speak, he has no clue, only words he gets: Seen your buried toe? so he gives it to me and I realize I didn’t wash my hands after I got piss all over them in the street while I walked on the high way but traffic sso slow I’m walking and pissing beside the car as it rolls on Children holding pup/pies in the air trying to cell them, some one tells me the burrito I ate was made from cat or Dog meat.
but
I don’t care much cause it was the best damned buried toe I ever had, I swear to God.
Then I get to thin king bout the massage parlor I was in
how cheap happy endings are there
May be
Eye lull
go back. Not like I have the time to talk anyways, I’m busy doing other things, busy thinking a bout where I’ll be in 5 years. I used to think it was so stupid the way people could let themselves end up alone but now I just laugh cause it’s true how easy it is to end up
0n your 0wn.
That bar was real nice, some hotel my sister’s friend owns so the drinks were on him.
absynthe, tastes like nigger babies.
Order a whiskey, stray tuh, the girl next to me’s gagging from the smell but I order her a Chivas anyways.
She smiles
and her arm slides over my hand
past my wrist
up to my neck
and next thing I know she’s on top of me in that sl-easy hoe tell down the road with the bed vye
bray ting and now it all makes cents to me why it’s for ah dults own lee
an eye-mm
loving loving loving loving loving it all, absolutely.
Wonder if I’d make a good Fa(r)ther.
I burst i burst i burst i burst i burst iburst iburst eyeburst IBURST!
Purl nek less. Dar
ling let me inside again, but she’s tuh eye erd and drunk an
passed out so I leave her there to pay the bill cause I don’t really have the money. I go back to the bar and the tee veez are all on playing fu’tbol or foot-ball or what-ev-er the hell it is yore in tu.
They always love the ring, lotta Latin fighters in the ring and they love the anima(I)city that’s just how they are, how we are. They gotta throw sum blud into the micks otherwise things get terribly dull extremely fast, that s just the nature of things. Can- toh nuh gun, byuh .44 mag numb for shhh-its an gih guls, fire that sucker off and wah ch- the blue flame burst out the tip a that gat like a han tryna catch its seed be for it s outta reech.
Bursting bursting bursting bursting
I wrote a letter asking her if she loves me, maybe she’d want to come with me, I haven’t heard back. Fingers crossed,
May be...It’s just blind hopefulness.
(I) can feel it already. This aint wormwood is it? He smiles and keeps cleaning his glass with that filthy white rag of his, or at least it was white, maybe, some time ago.
Say my name, whats my name, say my name, say my name, say my
name what the hell is wrong with you, stop that relentless shaking it s freeking me the hell out
I justw atnw a another drink for goodssenakesss.
Pleasurable pleasureable pleasure able?
calm. calm calm calm
Whiskey one ice cube. Shot of tequila with Tabasco in it. Burns so good.
Light
a cigarette cause thank God you can still burn one here in the bars and restaurants. itsa fucking miracle I tell you.
forget about it.. forget about it but that bitch from the hotel just came
down and she’s pissed, how’d she know to find me- he(a)re?
i don’t trust a woman like that,
where’s my wallet? front pocket who does that?
intelligent people of course who wouldent like getting pickpocketed in this Godforsaken place. Thatid be just great. the rest of your family looks white but you’re the token beaner looking motherfucker. Those icey sonsofbitches will probably think iam being smuggled across the border. HA! I problee speak better ing lish than most of those motherfuckers!
Somehow at some point somewhere I traded my twenty for two hundred pesos and some drinks. Flashes of a man buying me a bucket of beer, every woman I met was named Guadalupe or at least I thought so and I may have been ripped off. Theres a chip in my front tooth and my family is absolutely furious.
What do they expect, young guy like me let loose in this orgy of hedonism....
(hee hee hee haa haa haa!)
ime bound tu mayk a few mis takes, orso ive ben tot thru my x ten siv life x peer ee inse.
(hee hee hee haa haa haa!)
Doe nt stress a bout it thoe, giv em tie mmm, thay ll ferr get, or thay ull...
or they’ll turn it into a joke and
(hee hee hee haa haa haa!)
all of a sudden you’re that hilarious sonofabitch
(hee hee hee haa haa haa!)
who does crazy shit like that.
Hee hee hee Ha Ha Ha Ha HAAAA!
And I turn
and say to mother,
smiling as only I smile
How bout that?
****************************************************************************************
Hotel Cavalier
Take Me
and I'm breathing like a dog
panting sweating brewing
up my own idea of how this goes
let's have it filthy Darling, shall we?
in the front passenger seat
with your legs splayed upward and out
in those awkward looking yoga poses
you do while i'm gasping for air
watching the windows fog up
and the imprints on them become visible
faint smell of cigarettes lingering on your
hands as you run them over my face
up in between strands of hair
tongue in ear fingers in merciless cunt
warm clothiness rubbing against my ass
tender squeaking of suspension and
romanticized visions of endless sexcapades
endlessly coming, and coming, never going, only coming
arch of your back pierced by two dimples just above your
buttocks
immaculate marble floors, i point out to her
I don't know shit about floors.
our brown vintage luggage set was being rolled along
on a cart by some poor brown boy with strong english
through golden double doors leading to a service elevator
we took our own, found ourselves in a room full of mirror
cautious eyes all around, dubiously caressing our bodies
and yet so sharply those eyes stung to express such frailty
that feeling of the earth trying to pull us back
as if we might have flown too far from the floor
i've got my hand buried in her hair
thick brown mane she has
massaging the back of her neck
she's wiggling her ass by then she's so excited
gently squeezing at my hand with both of hers
doors finally slide open, we’re showered
by the sunlight that seems to pour
through the windows
overlooking the valley floor to ceiling
a mural drenched in sea foam green
fluorescent neon beams of electrified light
fiery clouds splashed like paint across the sky
everything beneath all of it all the people
floating about on their two clubs of flesh
that mingle with wandering sockets
who illuminate visions of distress
and of lust of hate of self loathing
of premature comings and goings
mangled in a tragic orgy of faraway gazes
she clung to my hand,
head resting on my shoulder
as i looked out over that horizon
a faint smile i managed to muster
for appearances sake
i don't give a damn
or i do and i merely feign indifference
try not to think about it too much
you've been drinking again, she says
face pressed against mine nose to nose
sniffing me out like she always does
i lightly peck her on her cheek
don't mind it darling
the drinking never ends with you,
as she walks into the bathroom.
sigh and of course I'm following
moping about like some lethargic caricature
of a bloodhound you might see in cartoons
surrounded by mirrors
projections of her naked flesh
the steam rising and clouding them
slide my hand across the surface
meet my own eyes
haven't shaved in a week
i'm standing there, nude
in need of a good trim
genitals gleefully waving back at me
get into the shower with her but it’s a sad sort of sensuality
a disparaging tenderness that reminds me of a mother with a dying son
or maybe something different,
something in the way of a teardrop
falling from the lips of a kiss.
*****************************************************
The Meat Rack
High top sneakers squealing on the feet of a queer walking by
thunderously crashing to the ground with each step. Strange-
like gracefulness to the stride though, almost floating
above the crash of the rubber to the pavement.
Some spick, dancin’ in the moonlight
thinks he’s real hot-shit the way
he moves his feet, really shuffles those fuckers,
glaring up at me with a flirtatious snark.
Light a cigarette; watch the smoke trail off like a
blinding rail of light reflecting against the droplets of sunshine
that hadn’t completely washed away from the sky
as the moon perched itself high above the edge of reason.
Slide my hand across the table, gently over hers
and feel that warmth emanating, a hot coal in my grasp.
Give her the chance to pull back, then hard and firm,
remember you’re a man. Act accordingly.
Look at the way she fiddles with her hair,
the way she chews her nails, and looks at her feet.
Take notice of her nervously biting the corner of her lip,
tender pink pillows, luscious and moist.
That little spick's still there swayin' his hips
like pendulums of flesh swinging
to some unheard pulse, some soundless rhythm.
Keep your eye on the girl, lean in close.
Don’t jump the gun though. Pull back and light another
cigarette, make her really want it, let her build it up
in her own mind. You won’t disappoint, you know that.
You’re just... looking for a bit of attention.
