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!
