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October 29, 2005
Locombia
The whole body of work is on the coals
I went to bed with a dizzy eye
and woke as a spinning top
Ive either
vertigo
or malaria
and it doesnt really matter which
things to spitoon:
lomas a la piedra
in the highlands
chillin with my mosquito bites
no one can break a ten
although everything costs the same as 7-11
we drink beers with hookers and pimps
and speak in sign language
I order chinese food in spanish
and crack the glass
smoke bowls
as the police patrol
below
on the bus to Columbia
they stole my camera
out of my lap
with the james bond movetures
and though Ive lost my eyes
my fingers are still nimble
in columbia
the hills are tained with emeralds
and the girls are tickled with gold
even if the stamps in my passport
are like punchcard marks
and price of rum
is cranial
a journey without maps
and Im laying near the window
over the plaza
watching the schoolgirls wander
Im counting the cracks
in my theories
everywhere
is just somewhere else
to drink
Posted by Drexler at October 29, 2005 05:59 PM