part clod hop post paseo down lamar
brow knitted down, head tilted
in a swayed gait broad and hard;
mean muggin' it back to the loe motel mile
side steppedby the hardknocked,
the hard ups and crackophiles;
my bruised knuckles being as big badges bueno
plus this plussed demeanor
el resulto mi empleo;
wafts from roach coach breaks this put on fury
which reminds new worries
about this tummy begging 'hurry!';
ambling the quiet lot, card the door an d nudge it in,
aquí está, mi habitación,
de la cheapo Budget inn;
past my plasticked bed and cocina with belly groan
i celebrate my inebreté
atop my agua-throne;
this wet dick, Lysistrata'd, unwaggingly wained
drains in pain unfeigned
(but easily explained! (ahem) );
as buck chuck brau turns butt chunk cloud
induces and produces
such vulgar braps aloud;
makes stench unlike how shit should ever smell,
but what nostrils would fear
and only expect in hell;
this fragrance con brio, this malodorous hue,
born of gringas y frijoles
and Icehouse cans silver-blue,
spurs choked gags and wet heaves past pursed trap
so spreading knees, aser hollo,
then try to shoot the gap;
smattering against the brown star-burst splats
into dirty double rainbows
the last seen before the black...
a whirring whizzing buzz rouses me from slumber
to a black dot sibilation
to which i woudn't number;
holidays, as allaways, do not pertain to flies,
but in my wake they flock as kids
to their Navidad surprise