We moved into a house with 6 rooms: the Bedroom,the Map Room, the Vegas Room,
Cities in the Flood Plains, the West, the Room Which Contains All of Mexico.
We honeymooned1 in the Vegas Room where lounge acts wasted our precious time.
Then there was the junta2's high command, sick dogs of the Map Room,
heel-prints everywhere, pushing model armies into the unfurnished West.
At night: stories of their abandoned homes in the Cities in the Flood Plains,
how they had loved each other mercilessly, in rusting3 cars, until the drive-in went under.
From the Bedroom we called the decorator demanded a figurehead
the one true pa to be had in All of Mexico: Maria Felix
[star of The Devourer4, star of The Lady General].
Nightly in Vegas, It's Not Unusualor the Sex Pistols medley5.
Nothing ever comes back from the West, it's a one-way door, a one-shot deal,
the one room we never slept in together.
My wife wants to rename it The Ugly Truth.
I love my wife for her wonderful, light, creamy, highly reflective skin;
if there's an illumination from the submerged Cities,that's her.
She suspects me of certain acts involving Maria Felix,
the gambling6 debts mountbut when she sends the junta off to Bed
we rendezvous7 in the Map Room sprawl8 across the New World with our heads to the West.
I sing her romantic melodies from the Room Which Contains All of Mexico,
tunes which keep arriving like heaven, in waves of raw data,
though I wrote none of the songs myself can't pronounce them,
these are my greatest hits