Because of you I am on my way to Paris (accepted for publication)

Because of you I am on my way to Paris

Change the tire,

he said as he threw

the jack and nut wrench

on the asphalt lot,

consider it your last

dance lesson.  

Then he walked away

into the bar. 

I set the carousel on fire,

but music kept ringing

in my ears

like the voice of history

taking a crap

in grandfather’s outhouse.

I was born

with the knowledge

of the wind on the tip

of my cock.

I turned around

and started walking

en pointe,

thumbed a ride

to Paris.

©  Sergio A. Ortiz, June 12 , 2010