Mexican Bar

Sun streaming into slice in a wall
Arrogant young barista smirking wildly behind
The counter…bright eyes gleaming with
Schitsophrenic hormonal glee…
Cars slipping like chilis down the throat of the street.
It takes three weeks for a dead dog
by the side of the road to decompose.
A road crew covers the bones with asphalt.
The barista shivers and sparks in his skin,
Arms hanging, rigid by his side, flingers splayed,
His shit eating grin conveying a big nothing.
The beer goes down slow, silent, smooth.
Beauty is not always pretty this Malcome Lowery night…
Out mad man till you laugh.
Skate on thin ice of clouds of phenomena.