Monday, April 15, 2013
TEQUILA SUNSET
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads--d'Verse Poets Pub
Their gracious host
The Good Samaritan Veterinarian
grabs the gringa
and bolts for the door of the cantina
A mad dash
and a merry chase
across the park ensues
Farm Boy
who has only an hour's familiarity
with the healing properties of tequila
sensing that shortly
it will purge his system
is now playing catch up
Should have seen it coming
down here
with her blonde hair
blue eyes
and white Levis
Back at the "Pukemobile"
(it ain't easy bein' green)
all are polite
in the gilded night
The doc generously offers to drive
in fits and starts
down dead-end streets
back tracking
plowing over road signs
and in the back
laying low
Farm Boy narrowly avoids
the blow back of his paramour's barf
out the open window
into the warm breeze
of a tropical night
(the old Beetle living up to its name at last)
At the hotel
two boys on the steps
look quizzically at the little entourage
as Boy volunteers "Borracho"
by way of explanation
They shake their heads knowingly
already familiar
in their tender years
with the spectacle
of shit-faced gringos
bouncing off the walls
with lecherous Latinos
in hot pursuit
Regrouped sufficiently now
to wonder
can they reach the room in time
to ditch the doc
but his foot wedged
inside the door
brings the promise of more
Boy hangs on desperately
to the bed
as the room spins
like a carnival ride
You are sick my friends
Samaritan says
(another debt of gratitude they owe--
the animal doctor has diagnosed them for free!)
providing wet towels
for their heads
There is a lull in the action...
Then...
Squirming
kicking
biting
cussing
and disparaging his ancestry
Blondie's jeans
are down
around
her ankles
the bespectacled
man of medicine
lowering himself onto her...
But access to the moving target
is denied
A momentary stalemate
as in the spaghetti westerns
right before the climactic scene...
(Boy's passivity stems not only
from an inability to discern up from down
but from a morbid curiosity
to see how she will handle it--
having invited the "nice man" against
his better judgement to begin with )
The question becomes moot
as the doc
feeling he's beat
appears to be heading for the door
but not before
he takes matters into his own hand
and stops to fire a parting shot
across the bow
his aim true
strafing the both of them with his seed
as they lie there
too pathetic
and stupefied
to care
If ever you run out of gas
In Mexico City
beware the Good Samaritan Veterinarian...
that guy's an animal
"Tequila Sunset" is from the author's forthcoming memoir in poetry--just don't know yet when it will be forthcoming!
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This sounds like a lesson well-learned. If ever I'm in Mexico, I'll avoid an excess of tequila and dodgy vets!
ReplyDeleteForthcoming soon, I hope! This is epic ....
ReplyDeleteYou are a man of either many and varied adventures, or an extraordinary imagination. Never trust anyone who wants to help you when you're borracho--words to live by.
ReplyDeleteA memoir in poetry - and by Timoteo. I cant wait!!!!!
ReplyDeleteKERRY: I think you have grasped the moral of the story!
ReplyDeleteHELEN: Thanks, I'm workin' on it.
HEDGEWITCH/JOY: My life has been strange, to say the least, and you haven't heard the half of it!
SHERRY: Thanks for the encouragement on that!
ReplyDeleteVery disturbing. I know Mexico is beautiful, but I would never risk a visit. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteOh my,,,,, :-)
ReplyDeleteI like the strange quality to this, a superb infusion, intoxicating!
ReplyDeleteOink City, I'd say ... Farm boy should have stayed on the farm ...
ReplyDeleteWhat a tale to tell! I've never even tasted tequila.
ReplyDeleteMARGARET: If you've never been, you should go at least once and roll the dice.
ReplyDeleteELLECEE: That's what Farm Boy said!
LOREDANA: Thanks so much, and welcome to my humble abode.
POPPY: Ha, yes...people are strange when you're a stranger, and being a stranger in this strange land, my life has been pretty...ah...strange.
CAT: Farm Boy got a lot of his education away from the farm--and much of it in Mexico!
COLLEEN: If you do, just remember...a little goes a loooooonnnnngggg way!
ReplyDeleteClassic Timoteo! Well done.
ReplyDeleteGoodness this was riot ~ Good luck on this publication ~ Looks like a lot of fun ~
ReplyDeleteMexico city isn't anything like that, Timoteo. Now, the outskirts of Oaxaca offer that type of adventure I think. I got a good laugh out of this.
ReplyDeletePamela
MYSTIC MOM: ah you know me well
ReplyDeleteHEAVEN: yeah and a gooey time was had by all
FLAUBERT : MAYBE YOU WEREN"T THERE BACK IN THE DAY HA HA
OAXACA NOW i got picked up by a carload of girls while standing on the corner but that is another story
oh heck...if i ever go there, i make sure my tank is well filled...ha...good luck with the forthcoming memoir in poetry...sounds cool
ReplyDeleteA great tale! Happy adventures.
ReplyDeleteWhat a poem...it has certain fun and beat to it...Awesome!
ReplyDeleteA strange, sorry, tale. I've had my own problems with tequila.
ReplyDeleteFun idea, this memoir.