She was a wreck….a Puerto Rican nightmare with heavy sweats and a rapidly beating heart…..the kind of night-terror that keeps you awake for hours……God help us all….

That voice, Pappi…..Pappi….you go get my cigarettes Pappi, She kept screaming and screaming…..pleading and pleading to a man who’d heard enough……gave-up years ago…..saw the defeat comin’ and has been clinging to the lost cause ever since…..

Pappi….Pappi….here, a bill was flit, Now go….go….go Pappi, a fling of purple dyed hair swung ’round….casting out angles… calling on devils….

Lips were licked with a turn to the next guy, Where were we Pappi?

Her errand-boy never returned…..some say he’s at a sober house in Jersey……Some say they saw him off of Florida….My mother said she saw ‘ him in Chinatown…..but….you can’t always trust your mother….

And the PR broad still wheels and deals from one drop-in center to the next…..Lookin’ for another mutt to fetch….good luck mommy…..good luck…..

Hey Pappi….you gotta lite?……

Thanks to Lou Reed for the Florida and the Chinatown line. (American Whale, New York album).