she goes on
victor salinas
run the water
like war
escaping your lips
there are cowboys among the werewolves
saints among the laymen
and music in the hands
of demons
soft cool and containing the motion groove
watch from the sky and you’ll get my words
come along
hold the circumference of the night
dig your lips
and step in the milk rounded by the pavement stones below
and smoke another cigar waiting for a lover
to arise from the sidewalk and pass you by
good night sunlight
have one good set of wretched infants
set them on fire and say hello
good night sunshine
see ’ya round, brother
you’ll know me in the underworld
perhaps like the finders and the stars
like the garter and the flesh
to a virgin
and a sensuous eagle featherless
and
born from the night
and like as if being shot from a slingshot of Solar
ejaculation
fly
away, friend
