Her Taco Tasted Like Rain
 
 
 
Our love making was like a spaghetti
western; good, bad, and ugly
 
Her freckles were devil’s kisses
showering down from purgatory
 
She used to striptease, while a monkey
played viola and the organ grinder did just that
 
Stumbling through time, I wished I’d never
eaten her shit sandwich lies
 
She drove stakes through my
obsidian oblivious soul  
 
Slipping and melting through my fingers
like mawkish snow and raging wind.
 
My cheeks were wet rivers,
tears swimming from Nagasaki
 
My heart imploded and exploded
in the fiery pain of Hiroshima
 
Blood in the salt, lime, and tequila
I know now I should’ve cared more for you.