El Dorado

The familiar whore loiters

And Peck my shrunken dry chin

Her wet lips whispering to my soul

Of the path to El Dorado

She dyed Mom’s greenish eyes

To passionate blue

With her glittering bare skin

Even as dad fondle the slut

As granddad once before him

Now she lures me.

The neigh of vehicles break

The jazz of their horns

The hymn of their engines

Men higgledy-piggledy

Wasting chilled blood

In quest for wealth’s forever nightstand

They only celebrate

The ash of her tempting hug.

El-Dorado: a legendary place in South America where the streets were said to be paved with gold, and wealth and riches were to be had in abundance