This is a poem I wrote for one of my most excellent friends about our time together living in Madrid. Only a handful of people are going to have any idea what I’m talking about here, everyone else can bask in the glory of my rhyming abilities.
Lost in the swirling lazor light
Sepparation of body and head
Twist until the morning light
Jim Brickman, blanket world, bed.
I have 3 exams next week
Perhaps I’m very screwed
But I can’t pass up a taco night
That would be very rude.
Whenever I was frowning you knew just what to say
Standing in front of me waiting for the Sunrise Express Bus
Catching my hate rays.
Er homar for patatas bravas
Always hit the spot
Que tranquila las terrazas
Cien montaditos rocks.
Brussels was ridiculous, a wild, crazy mess
So much absinthe, I can’t see!
Chi Chi’s buffet passed the test.
Time to buy some costumes at the corner chino store
“Do I look like a lesbian?”
“Yes. You do. For sure.”
Tingas, Gringas, Conchinitas, Tequila and Sangrita
Put them all together for some happy señoritas.
Journey down the circular towards the center of the earth
Wish we’d just walked up to cuatro
A euro down for all self worth
Flying up to McDonalds for a McPollo and McFlurry
“Hey are you awake? We can make McDonalds breakfast if we hurry.”
Skipping around the streets in Sol
Where to next? We both would shrug
Even though we always knew the answer would be DUBS.
Coming home in perfect time to steal absurd amounts of baguettes
Pizza baguettes, lentil soup and pot pie, lest we forget.
Taking a break from heavy bass, we’d sit around and yawn
Then perk back up with energy to lip sync some Celine Dion.
Running around in Kapital
So many floors in which to hide
A zebra running through the African Bush
With my little snail on the side.