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!