Shucked and Fucked

You pull the curtain
And stand

Sand in your back
Pockets

Staring at the Dakota...

Another cancelled dinner
Another mother sharing
That stark life

And I write to you

About women of type
Starving me of light

Backwash

Maybe if I try
And keep this between
The lines
And my legs

You’ll call

Maybe if I don’t pay
Or remember
You’ll put me in
Your prayers

Maybe if I look at the lampshade
Or the cleavage
Of other diners

And fuck you
On a Monday afternoon

You’ll want it
Again

The Drugs

Busted breakfast rapist
Facedown
Dogs piss against dustbins

Hose down bone
Ground
Whores parade around
This secret

Headless statues of Jesus
Dumped
Behind restaurant dumpsters

Just off of Olvera
Crackheads pick at scabs
And beg for change

The soapy nightmare
Postcard towns

Greetings

Gracias Pour Su Visita

There's two women at the fountain
Of Plaza de Puerta de Moros

Engaged in subremesa

Both wear thigh high white dresses
and eat Hojaldritos de Gueso

They throw some to a city pigeon
And one for me

How they keep so tight
I'll explain another day

Enormous Wish

Hanging off la tour Eiffel,
Shot outside Grauman’s
On the Boulevard,
Brain surgery in the back
Of a convertible,
Choking on a toothpick
In Catalonia’s Roses,
Kneecapped in Victoria Park,
Raped in the toilets of the Metropolitan,
Jumping off the sandals of Mrs. Liberty,
Pissing on the leaning tower,
Stripped and beaten with a bike chain
In Manchester’s Canal,
Hair pulling in the Royal Academy
Of Arts,
Buried alive on your birthday,
Pushed into a German Gas Oven.

Milk and Murder

Around Plaza de Jacinto Benavente
There's murder and split Colacao

Don't cry

A young Mexican barman
In one of the ubiquitous Paddy bars

Stabbed a fat tourist
Sticky blood
Spots dotted

On his tennis shoes
He ran through Mayor
To his casa

Lady in the Dark

I swear she's
Almost better

Than me

And you'll leave empty
Headed

Thirsty for rooftop aperitifs
And front pages

Those special fingers
Take the edge off
The Gaza strip
And genocide

Rest assured
The nameless woman
Without lights on

Is worth a weeks wages
And not caining beers

I've given up my shopping list
Of appauling vices

For the hands of
The lady
In the dark

Give Over

They turned Museo Chicote
On Gran Via
Into a dick bar

That's where Sinatra
With a JD bottle
Brought his girls

Dali snorted Absinthe off
The zink counter

Orson 'Citizen Kane' Welles
Knocked back Cuba Libres
And smoked fatties

And now
Men with their nipples out
and five o'clock shadows

Tinkle glasses and fuck
In the cublicles.