Senorita Clasp

ATOCHA
The busy din of hot dark city descends. Pablo Picasso loves it here. If you are into the art of withholding and withdrawing, it’s not here.

CHUECA
Handkerchiefs in pockets, key chains bulging out it's all a code but I can't figure.
-I can't hear myself think I said I can't... oh de nada!
It's Chueca and I barely get a phone signal let alone a hot date. But I feel you're present in this damn rude town.

-How can you be in Pacha? Did you not find cool in the past ten years?
Elbows to right angles. My soles are steaming.
-Perdone! I got an emergency rescue situation going on.
As suspected, you’re the 30-year-old in the pac-a-mac at the back and fair play you're holding your own with all the youngies. And it's fun to watch. For 8 bars of a Marc Almond solo at least.

Stromboli Cafe is on form tonight except you have flip flops on. You tell me how bad it is that they ruin La Scala. I often forget you are an opera singer because you smoke so much. Our random friendship is based on the way I say ‘muchismo’. You think I’m sophis and honey I know you are a square. I'm a polymath and I know you’re gay but really you say you're straight. But I think you know you’re gay.
-It's strong. The liqueur they serve here.
Like you would no believe.
-Buenas!

WHY NOT? CLUB
Nu jazz is still making nice in my ears as I lure you to the acid test. Try some up close and personal, plum dumpling!
-It's been a while! Like, since the last reunion?
You don't got to shout. I don't care what you are saying. Mostly my conversation is Mojito based but the full body press hug, what is that? I feel each bone in your body still. Man you are strong. In a city which prides itself on getting off with itself all you need is a mirror. Like a bear reaching for a strawberry bush though, you got it going on!

TUPPERWARE CLUB
More Metro madness with the Madrilenos, all blind to the clock face. Let's face it tomorrow. Someone must know the time. Somewhere. A late night film at Ocho y Medio gets spoken about but it’s so serious and I can’t hold on to it all. Word of mouth is for people who give a shit. Get's a little spinny. Time to cash in m'chips.
-Mario Room Mate take me Mario Room Mate! It’s swish the walls are black and there are red drapes are to die for. You will LOVE it!
Honey has platinum cards, I saw them under the tacky bug killing UV light. And I don't want to spend this year jacking off in sunny Spain. I got post cards to write lies on.

CAT'S HOSTEL
You are joking. Egg yolk sun rises on the patio and we have not even been shown a room. One thing, if you are more than a mince away from a bartender jiggling ice through your Tom Collins then you are not in Mario Room Mate! Criminal. I throw you some latin temper but you are loving that coma of yours. Narcissist.

Just lie there sedate and comatose on the floor oh it's fine! I'll just shave your pubic hair with Elemis skin toner and pumice stone. I'll give you disco inferno! And maybe you are hungry after your flight so let me shove stale churros in your face till you gag. Howabout some wake me up coffee down your pinky pearly feeding orifice, it helps with your lame laidback blood pressure? And if you drown how can I be convicted of a crime of passion when the passion is for shit?

-You don't even find me a bed you tight assed gringo.

I could chuck you. Off the balcony onto the street but you are carrying a lot of weight man. You would bounce. And the deep throat beats from the embers of too early for morning are still shaking the pavement. That’s much too good an end for you old thing. So I start picking up my own shit. It's an imprecise science knowing when to cut your losses but in my experience when your bare ass sports the marks of flagstones the taxi meter is usually running. Anyway, I got a Joey coming on my chin and decide not to give you the satisfaction.

EL RASTRO
No flies on this fleamarket where I can be lost forever to this sharp short pain. This urban maze doesn't disappoint and I buy a used deerstalker chapeau. Hand-held coffee chainsaws my memory. I feel my head slide. I can’t string sentences together just now. Sing. We have no memory tonight. Just as well random love is on sale or return. Not like that hat.