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Mexican Coke

You woke from a deep sleep,
cheek deep in slobber with a
throbbing between your eyes. 

You dreamt you sailed
into the heart of Rome, 
a wailing wind behind your bailing
back, pushing - the rocks were 
deep beneath the rolling blue,

the woman on your deck useless
to you, but for looks: Mexican, 
high on Coke. She spoke.
"Te quiero con locura."

You wondered at what people will savor,
will pay for this, for the weak flavor
and what comes after. 

The mermaids sang, “There’s a 
band tonight. Get up. Get up.” 

Then, laughter.
Posted 11/10/11
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