Wednesday, May 18, 2011


Named for a Mexican whore
That he fucked
While tweaking in Tijuana

Played her all day
Until pink skin peeled from the ensuing sunburn
Where he returned to work on the derricks

years fell behind him
as a myth with no evidence
beyond our realms of thought   

we shared her as a tag-team
where to regain my swagger
I used the little slut
to regain
my voice  

In the musty pawn shop
Where I saw her
Missing two strings, in a broken smile

Her sturdy build, beautiful sound
Swooning as I leave
To walk home alone
in the rain

with nobody, the secret
is the ultimate gift 
 in the way we shed our former selves
without words. 


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