MEXICO #2:

I’m here again,
And it’s ok,
Traffic on the outside,

Sweet milk face,
Squeals of ecstasy from a Pink cloud,
Tables of women clap rhythms,
Singing breakfast joy,

Test the waters,
Unfettered by contempt before investigation,
Taxi ride to fish heaven,
Smile,
The waiter called me ‘friend’

(K)

MEXICO #1:

Look at you,
Don’t you look great,
Shaking the juice,
Facing the sun,
Talking to no one,

Are you ready for the sky?
Have you made your amends?
Sent messages back home?
Just in case,

No weapons beyond this point,
I got everything I need,
Don’t go walking,
They got robbers,

Down the dirt track behind the hotel last night,
Low concrete shelters,
Parked cars,
Lights off,
Ready,
A figure barely visible in shadow,
Watched us drive past slow,

(K)

MIAMI #6:

There’s a man,
Talking to a box,
A grinning head,
Subverting Snow White & her Seven Dwarfs

(K)

MIAMI #5:

Alexis Texas,
Rubber Doll,
Gas mask bong,
Lipstick kiss on the neck of the dude on the corner,
Waiting,
Smoking,
Smouldering,
Hanging around for it,

Less fees,
More dogs,
Make some noise!

Once you leave that’s it,
You have to buy another ticket if you want to get back in

Listening to Basic Channel – Octagon

(K)

MIAMI #4:

Joe the juice,
Braid parade,
Right lane must turn right,

Temporary tattoos,
Sleeping in doorways,
Rest rooms for guests only,

We sell stolen wine,
Playing air guitar at the bus stop,
Out of it,
An unsmoked cigarette clamped between two fingers,

You break it,
We fix it,
Help wanted,

Cool down,
Fins up,
Coming

(K)

MIAMI #3:

Her Sunglasses were bigger than her bikini,
Just another casualty on the loose from the night,
Standing barefoot on the pavement whining,
“Where’s my hotel!?”

She says,
“Hey!
You look like the top half & he looks like the bottom half,
If you know what I mean”,

Then,
“Hey,
It’s my hotel!
Wow!”
Like someone just did magic,

8:46am,
A beat up taxi pulls up,
Out gets another one,
Spider limbs & lace,
Paper wrist band,
Access all areas,
Averts her eyes,
Disappears inside,
To shower off the night,

The pavements are weeping,
Leaf blowers are blowing,
Seventy Seven degrees in the morning,
An abandoned Red plastic cup lies in the street,
Looks up at me & says,
“Good morning Karl”

‘Trust us’,
Says a sign,
‘Do not enter twice’

(K)

MIAMI #2:

The woman in the elevator has only one wing,
Staggers down the corridor,
Exaggerated slink,
In a little Black thing & heels,
Up all night,
Hair’s a mess,
“Hey!” she says,
“What’s going on?!”,
Catching our reflections in a mirror,

What’s become of her?
I look away,
Put distance between us,
Does she make it?

The waiter is in the wrong place,
Wrong time,
“Nothing” he says with practised disdain,
Crossing to the check-in,
To check out a guest,
Who tipped him at breakfast,

The waiter wont believe I can pay the bill,
For a $17 bowl of oatmeal,
He looks at me like I’m a criminal,
As the car crash woman dances out the door,
To the music of tyres & car horns,
Good game,
Keep walking

(K)

MIAMI #1:

Midnight bikinis,
Motorcades of slow chrome,
Rubber,
Metal,
Paint-jobs,
Body shop perfect,
Engines purring,
Cruising canyons of white facades,
Architecture with it’s eyebrows plucked,
Pale pastel illuminations,
Muscle stripped to the waste,
It’s cap on backwards,
A girl on each arm,
Everybody going somewhere kickdrum,
Faces caught in the light of curb-side menus,
Skin bronzed in the glow of Red tail cruisers,
Rope lights,
Shag-pile,
Gull-wing Hummers,
Stretched Black,
Engorged on shrieks,
On squeals,
On gasps,
Of girls in satin slips,
Wrists ringed in silver,
Delicate chains,
Last names,
Room numbers,

For messages press here,

Hey Mom,
This is me,
Don’t worry

(K)

IT’S THE MAKER:

You’ll soon find out mate,
What he calls affection is a quick cuddle & a beer,
I prefer a rougher ride

(K)

SPIKEY:

The gramophone,
Barbed wire,
Robots,
The welfare state,

Won the second half,
3-1

(K)