Oh Maria...My Maria...
Maria’s rocking diamond studs,
Beautiful bruises and scars,
Lip trembling; sensitive. she refuses and bars-
Everyone,
Fists clenched, holding a gun,
Helping hands - clasped - they approach,
Just they're too late to help,
Yet, still, grasping her broach,
…slowly breaths escape from her lips,
As she reveals a dying yelp,
Her digits scrape flesh into strips,
Balling her fists and stalling wits,
Simply appalled as I’m blitzed,
Approaching me… slowly, see…
Her pace… a crawl,
I had chosen her… now I race up a wall,
Jesus fucking Christ… I can't face her at all…
& now, the city's dust clouds are all in motion.
…& now, she's pretty much drowning in this ocean-
Of spin-me-dizzy whiskey clutched in brooding emotion,
While I then breathe in deep. quickly thrust into the commotion.
Toward streets below,
Littered by ravished receipts and blow,
The crowds create a clusterfuck
Of sudden manic mess,
Panicked, stressed by her crimson-dripping summer dress,
Though red suits my fancy,
Like, what a valentine!
As does, the cheap nectar of a gallon wine,
& since this beauty I truly now have found divine,
I would just love
To thrust, fuck, & fucking pound her spine,
But I found out too little too late,
Already bound…riddled through fate,
Where this stripper… this damn devious whore,
Revealed how she'd
Cheaply afford her evening décor,
And when I threw her,
She wasn’t screaming no more,
And though she gave chase,
She soon forgot and changed pace.
Me, I never forgot her rotten face,
As she held me, lost in soft embrace,
Only to whisper my verdict softly,
God damn…
How much that whore's service had cost me,
Finally informing me,
That she was positive for H.I.V.
Now you understand the scene,
Our love…
Spilling into a damned ravine,
With a disease killing,
Not just her… but me… truly, as well,
My young love: fucked up & inducing this hell,
Though justice was found,
In a baker's oven, just around-
The corner from where we met,
When I first lit her marb red cigarette,
Curtain-taped up, I sealed a perfect cake shut…
From where
She’ll never-ever-ever emerge in make up,
Instead she'd suffocate,
Like, welcome, now, lover…
To our sudden fucked up fate.
