I'm speeding on mescaline
and the situation
is dire.
I hear her screaming
in the trunk
and the car radio is on fire.
These wheels just keep spinning
between
my ears.
I can't say, as a bounty hunter,
I've ever been stuck
shifting gears.
I'm a lizard's spit
away
from the grace of home.
This gypsy is tired,
too tired
to roam
and the only thing
at this point
in my way
is the border crossing
at Tijuana
into the U.S.A.
There she goes again
with the sound
of kicking feet.
Her husband wanted her dead
and he wasn't
discreet.
My tongue is swollen
by the blisters
of a tequila burn.
Yet in a monologue to myself
I have much
concern.
How is this lady still haunting me
when she has nothing
below the neck?
Jesus,
here comes the customs guy
for a closer check.
How can she be alive
to torture me
with her cries
as her decapitated head
is in a bedsheet
surrounded by flies?
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and the situation
is dire.
I hear her screaming
in the trunk
and the car radio is on fire.
These wheels just keep spinning
between
my ears.
I can't say, as a bounty hunter,
I've ever been stuck
shifting gears.
I'm a lizard's spit
away
from the grace of home.
This gypsy is tired,
too tired
to roam
and the only thing
at this point
in my way
is the border crossing
at Tijuana
into the U.S.A.
There she goes again
with the sound
of kicking feet.
Her husband wanted her dead
and he wasn't
discreet.
My tongue is swollen
by the blisters
of a tequila burn.
Yet in a monologue to myself
I have much
concern.
How is this lady still haunting me
when she has nothing
below the neck?
Jesus,
here comes the customs guy
for a closer check.
How can she be alive
to torture me
with her cries
as her decapitated head
is in a bedsheet
surrounded by flies?
************