Amor Cortado – Siempre Recodado

Salinger used to joke
That I was Illiterate

I'd go to scratch Quinnie's itch
And say I'd rather hear her voice
Than decipher the sapphic looks
She hid in hymns

I thought to text a postcard
From El Dorado

Tell tales of the Garter Snake in Salt
Lake
Talk of the Angel out of gas
A hundred miles outside of
The City of Sin

There were seconds in the blizzard
Where I thought I recalled her cold skin
Vampiric and soft

The gang stalkers talked me into calling
The night I stayed in Twin Peaks

120
No blinkers
Windows down
And not a single siren to lure me false

As much as I loved the moon
She was not there
The night I saw the Heavenly Gates

Soon I met The Mother Maria
Who housed me where I was

The Sagee Prophet
Who's pipe was softly lit

And wide-eyed Isabelle
Who's oath was a one-way-ticket

The son of my father
Talked of dreams

And I had all but forgot your name
Till I recalled the river - your namesake
And wondered if you knew
That I was thriving with Diet Cigs
Hanging out my mouth