Sunday, December 04, 2005

White Room

Two days in small white room.
Vomiting like William S. but
not in Tangiers.
Pales filled with bile as architectural acoutremants
to a French colonial style
with style.
The virgen is swept past in a
blur
of exctasy.
Knock three times on the door and
they
hand you a wafer of
divinity.
And you're still a junkie
coming off smack
in
your big white room, in Spanish Colonial
eternity.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sending you guys LOOOOOOOOVE and energy =)

E

11:36 AM  
Blogger Yonder Vittles said...

What is this LOOOOOVE of which you speak, and where can one obtain it?

As we search for this fickle thing that is love, energy, adventure, or whatever you may call it, our dirty laundry spins up the street, washing out the salt stains of a long ride through Baja California and we catch up on our virtual lives as seen in Mazatlan, but lived through plastic boxes on a pay by the hour basis. Maybe here on this internet can we find the love and energy of which you speak. A.

12:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The LOOOOVE and evergy is more just just the internet, silly! Besotes (giant kisses) para todos, espero oir de sus aventuras cuando regresan!

10:43 AM  

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