Pueblo Poem by Bryan Riley

Sun-bleached
adobe town
Spanish balconies:
Una palabra
en otra lengua

a girl, there,
at the fountain
lifts her skirts
dancing, madness
splashing in the
tepid water

Sun heat
cuts through
like a razor
we lounge in
the shadows

Night falls a
velvet kiss
drink tequila, eat
the mescaline worm

The men have their
ways with the
sun-ripened women
We light our fires and
draw our pistols uneasily-
camp on the border
of dark pueblo