Taquilla Sundown
A Taquilla worm,
revives taste buds it never had.
Close your eyes,
grip the edge of the bar,
think no harm,
slug it all down,
smile with your bottom lip.
Outside the evening
is crawling along
a drainpipe of sinking sun.
You should go home
but the lamp in your head
is already flickering,
so you order another worm.
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