Spaniard's eye

Balancing a switchblade on a Spaniard's eye
wooden floor bar stools hookers outside
two bucks a pop
In Barcelona heat
as the children pick your pockets
and lay flowers at your feet
federalie ratcheting of machine gun bolts
stark white building
stone
grenades going off in the U.S.O.
one entry no exit
none came out
Wood floors
wood walls
I picture splinters
blood stained and stuck in the door
Stop lights ignored
balls out racing past white gorilla name sake of
Spanish children crying, stealing, starving and screwing
to make a days plate of food
while on the hill the monestary stares
lonesome confined misunderstood
balancing a switchblade on a Spaniards eye