A Sangre Fria

"come what may", he promised
While shining the 22
Beautiful afternoon for a walk,
"don't wait up for me for dinner tonight"
He got into a double x
Hard as a wall
He fell in love with the biggest mouth
And sweated,
Sweated...
And felt himself spill
And splashed in his resentment
He went out to the street
And blended among ties and hunchbacks
"come what may", he remembered
While the night, slow as an ox
Spreads shadows in the corners
In cold blood...
No one noticed his eyes
Purring a gray hatred
And he entered a hair salon
And shaved like a mohawk
He found a shopping club
Sweated and went for it
"I don't have a visa or argencard"
"I have a brain that goes boom!!"
I hate their mannequin laughs
Glass rain
Broth of terror
"and I don't like you, sir..."
In cold blood.