hornitos

ok here goes, made this up on the spot. .




she lies on the bed
i'm slumped on the floor
in a handicapped room @ motel 666
with a 3 ft. peep-hole on the door

she keeps her distance
and calls me by my last name
she plays an 8 on my straight
in our gin-rummy game

i tell her to open her mouth
and stay very still
and throw peanuts at her
against her will

she's says "Bowie's God"
she coo's after every song
and I believe her
and we were gone




at least it rhymed . . sort of