A feral dog pissing alongside the L.A. Freeway --
THAT's what I see on the nights I remember
teenage whores and pretty boy hustlers,
Chiquita of the trolls who sucked my dick in a doorway
and returned back under the overpass where she lived.
Twenty-five dollars to wait down there
Twenty-five dollars I didn't have to spend
but I did anyway. What the hell, it was Hollywood ...
... I wasn't famous ...
... I wasn't pretty ...
... I wasn't free --
-- and neither was she,
stepping out of a Wilcox Avenue building
"Hey, fat guy, how about donating fifty cents
toward the righteous cause of gettin' me drunk?"
After she'd spit out on the sidewalk
while I stuffed it back in, I could see that feral dog
followed it with my eyes
back to the side of the road where it pissed
without lifting its leg
(I can always tell class when I see it)
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