tropicalia

when they beat

on a broken guitar

and on the streets

they reek of tropical charms

the embassies lie in hideous shards

where tourists snore and decay

when they dance in a reptile blaze

you wear a mask

an equatorial haze

into the past

a colonial maze

where there's no more confetti to throw

you didn't know what to say to yourself

love is a poverty you couldn't sell

misery waiting in vague hotels

to be evicted

you're out of luck

you're singing funeral songs

to the studs

they're anabolic and bronze

they seem to strut

in their millennial fogs

'til they fall down and deflate

you didn't know what to say to yourself

love is a poverty you couldn't sell

misery waiting in vague hotels

to be evicted

now you've had your fun

under an air-conditioned sun

it's burned into your eyes

leaves you plain and left behind

see them eyes and fall

into the jaws of a pestilent love

you didn't know what to say to yourself

love is a poverty you couldn't sell

misery waiting in vague hotels

to be a victim