Aquanet & Eyeliner Poem by Shannon Walker

Liltingly,
Not like an angel,
Thank God, she sings
Tejano,
And rings in the cantina;
Whorehouse, Cuidad Acuna,
Or Juarez,
Over the Norteno
Of a beat-to-shit
Guitar,
Dactylicly leaving you
Bleeding from open wounds
Staining the bordertown
Red with the life that was
Left en la frontera,
While you weep into your tequila,
Secretly,
And wait for her to spin
And pretend the song's for you
Cabron.
But if you die this night,
Then what will it matter?
Es el Cielo,
And there's no better place
To die, for a white boy,
Like me.