El boxeador

Can you love a boxer with blood on his gums,
without a dime, and death waiting in the locker room?
Were you raised to save your man
and heal him from the world's ills
that settle like clots in the heart?

You're a pretty young thing in a gray cloud skirt
recreating dreams of love...
with daddy.
And you come to the hotel
to give me a transfusion of booze and flesh
and you come...
you come...
and go.

I'm the street where you let your shadow fall.

I'm the bum who steals your scent to exist
but, please
remind me that I'm already dead.
The sky fades and you keep watch over me:
stick my body to the wall with thumbtacks
and paint the hotel.
Tear down the doors
with the fists of your love
miss me already
like a stranger.
I'm the hungry moldy wolf
I'm the fire of acids and amphetamines
I'm the oldest guy in the bar, a criminal
for keeping the silence of the drunken saints
who have given me their grace.

You're a pretty young thing in a gray cloud skirt
recreating dreams of love...
with daddy.
And you come to the hotel
to give me a transfusion of booze and flesh
and you come...
you come...
and go.

Can you love me like this even if I dine you,
even if I violate you with my angel organ?
Can you love a boxer
after losing the last fight?

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, out......!