It's snowing way down in Mexico
drinking pepsi out of cheap wine glasses
eating print from the chips
packet of three between the bedsheets
and a smile between your lips.
you take the screw top from the bottle
pour the coke on to the hotel carpet
leave talcum powder footprints in the flowers
as you look for the ghosts in the bathtub.
miming typing by the open window
as you drink your glass dry
step out onto the rooftops of Garland Street
and leave your talcum feet behind.
