A Night Of Love In Tijuana, Down Mexico Way

Dirty rundown cheap hotel
Bed crumpled with half-ironed
And patched sheets,
Stained with last night's lust.

Sour sweet sewage smells
Seeping through the open window
Above the noise of ceaseless traffic
And braying gringo tourists.

The fat white man lay on the bed
Stretched out post-orgasmically
His skull crushed to a pulp
Brains splattered on the pillow.

A trembling young girl-child
Searches through his pockets
Seeking his unspent dollars;
And he'd never see his wife or kids again.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: One of Edna's less humorous items, I feel. My own visit to Tijuana was quite unpleasant but perhaps not as sordid as this one.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
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Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: London, Culture Capital of the World

Favorite Poets: Siegfried Sassoon, Wilfred Owen, Rupert Brooke, Chaucer, Shakespeare to name but a few. And VERY IMPORTANTLY: Erich Fried, a leftwing Austrian of Jewish ancestry who fled the Nazis and became a British citizen in 1949., And, other writers (non-poets mainly): Raymond Chandler, Irvine Welsh, Anthony Burgess, Graham Greene, Charles Bukowski, John le Carré, Anthony Horowitz, Mick Herron, Margaret Attwood, Edna O'Brian, Maeve Binchy., Writers who I find vastly over-rated: TS Eliot, Virgina Woolf, Sylvia Plath, Phil Larkin, E.A. Poe, A. Ginsburg, Longfellow, Gerald Manley Hopkins (actually I LOATHE Hopkins more than damson-dappled words can say).