POETRY
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:39 pm
Border Song, by Charles Carreon
Reminds me of a week I spent
one afternoon in Nogales
The rain was falling heavily
With rattlesnakes mixed in
You had to use an umbrella
and lots of anti-venin
The Border Patrol were hot to go
So I said "Hell, why not?"
The chicks were cool
The road a spool of liquor-signs
I thought a Navajo I spied as tall
as an old saguaro cactus
He just waved
As we sped by
Wearing a cheerful rictus
Down by the Rio Grande
all dressed up like a dandy
Coyote swung his watch chain
and chewed his cocaine candy
We watched the drop
the lightning fell
Then nothing was left standing
but a waterfall of millionaires
coming in for a landing
Do you find the workweek long?
Does it make your tickle tangle?
Just comb your hair
With breaths of air
And you won't ever strangle
when Armadillos talk to you
down in old Durango
The waterfall, a wheel of fire
still stutters through my sight
A rolling thing, with butter wings
That melted in the night
A phoenix then arising when
We close our eyes at last
Two men are running in the dark
Running very fast
Reminds me of a week I spent
one afternoon in Nogales
The rain was falling heavily
With rattlesnakes mixed in
You had to use an umbrella
and lots of anti-venin
The Border Patrol were hot to go
So I said "Hell, why not?"
The chicks were cool
The road a spool of liquor-signs
I thought a Navajo I spied as tall
as an old saguaro cactus
He just waved
As we sped by
Wearing a cheerful rictus
Down by the Rio Grande
all dressed up like a dandy
Coyote swung his watch chain
and chewed his cocaine candy
We watched the drop
the lightning fell
Then nothing was left standing
but a waterfall of millionaires
coming in for a landing
Do you find the workweek long?
Does it make your tickle tangle?
Just comb your hair
With breaths of air
And you won't ever strangle
when Armadillos talk to you
down in old Durango
The waterfall, a wheel of fire
still stutters through my sight
A rolling thing, with butter wings
That melted in the night
A phoenix then arising when
We close our eyes at last
Two men are running in the dark
Running very fast