One Night in Marrakech

I’ll share amyl nitrate, with anyone
Who’ll join me, for a steaming cup
Of java at a café, or my apartment,
We climbed the stairs, giggling,
Groping, until I cold-clocked you
With a blackjack from a
Pawn shop … we’re not doing it
The way you want, tonight, I’ll take
The drugs, and you can lie there,
Helpless and in pain, on a bed of
Broken bottles and ants, while
I start by fucking your feet.