Mongo Notes

throat stinging of mexican shine
sipped under greasy neon-lit reflections.
dull beat thumping, thumping, humping my mind
peace like an oversexed chihuahua. will it ever stop?
Sanely, I walk out, out among the gristle and chop
of the mission - 16th and Valencia - and find my way to a bar where punkgoth meets irish wake amidst a near suffocating haze of sweat and american spirit.