Face Fuck Book #60--Victor/Victoria

Face Fuck Book #60--Victor/Victoria

TJ* back in 95'               (*Tijuana)
working hard to stay alive
washing cars at Texaco
hope'n no rain in Mexico
everybody's sent home
no tips, no pay

from the cantina
had seen a
shemale dressed to die
catch the eye
grabbing dollars
duress/distress

    question:if this action was truly repell'en
      why'd Vic buy the skirt they were sell'en?
    answer: everyone has excuses, voices  
      for each of life's unpleasant choices
              -Victor became Victoria-

Paraded for pesos
Gringo green
Sucking cocks on hands and knees
      other things to please
Crossing the border, easy feat
       car trunk sitting on his feet
       got to L.A* Town             *Los Angeles
       plied his trade
       evening shade
 
Internet hadn't blossomed yet
Pros grabbed to get
       parading the streets a nightly phenom'
       distracted, car crashes common
       shemale carnival time
       Santa Monica and Vine
A visual treat, splendor there
Garish costumes, both tits bare
Transformations fantastique
       finest silicon plastique
       surgeons worked overtime
       created beauties so sublime

Neighbors complained in the summer heat
"Mr. Mayor, clear the street"
       for cuming elections
       cops with erections
       dragged streetwalkers off to prison
       to fuck the guards, swallow gism
       the state, alas, had
       no space to incarcerate
               one by one let them free
               opened the doors, they flee

In this milieu of danger and stress
I meet Victor in a pink flowered dress

Called himself Victoria
       confessed to Victor in "sua storia"
       diminutive sweet, tiny, petite
       youthful bait
       looked younger then ten and eight
Said to be working her way out?
       as sweet on the tongue as sour kraut
       trannies talk redemption
       butts don't get pensions

Late summer nights, so hot
       went to see her in her spot
       looked thinner
Took her out for dinner
God, she loved fried chicken
       ate so fast, afraid she'd sicken
       talked of dreams
       jobs promised, schemes
Wore a wig of long thick hair
       face a childlike air
I loved the crooked smile
       red tired eyes
       that blinked a while
       she sucked my cock in her own style
       let me fuck any way
       as long as I'd hold tight and stay
I fell in love but finding was a feat
       the vice squad cleared the street

She'd telephone, "be gone six weeks in jail"
       in only two, back on the street
Made her a barbecue
       she was gone without a clue
       left the basket at the door
       neatly resting on the floor
       a week later, smelled the stink
       flies and maggots
               —she's back in the clink
Started using drugs
       fell asleep as we talked
       writing on the wall
I tried, then gave up all
 
But never forgot!
—the years passed, oh so fast
       driving down  Melrose
       where she loved to
       window shop on Saturdays
       greatest pleasure, she would say
I stop for the long red light
       see him there in dark blue jeans
       a blue pea coat buttoned down
       a knitted cap upon his crown
       in winter's bleak cool white
In my mind I add the wig
       a flowered dress of pink
I shout, "Victor"
I realize the guy next to him
       looks agitated
"It's you?" Vic says, "what ever happened..."
I open the car door
"Get in! How nice to see you"
"No good, my boyfriend very jealous"
 smiles at me
Things again out of control
Crooked smile that I adored
        waved goodbye
        Vet pedal floored
        roared into the future
Happy for him, alive and well
Loved--I could tell
       that was all he ever wanted
       that urchin