Keep the bed warm for me, darling
you know I stray outside and
smoke my lungs black
and once, in the alley out back
I paced for miles and leagues
and lit by the gentle yellow beams
of all the simmering lamp bulbs
begging for lambency but barely
letting out an electric whimper
I was swallowed in the belly of the city
dark and lonely
I crawl around at midnight
past the tienda de licor
and the mercado
all the lanes void of Mercedes
Búsqueda Infinita
always and forever
humming yo soy un hombre sincero —
so why can I never have an honest rest
I curse the street’s trickery
I just want the luxury
of company, cigarettes, coffee
comida, hardwood and fire
and I want to read a
good book
I am bourbon in a glass
waiting to be consumed
by my drunkard past
