The eyes of the water are open

The eyes of the water are open
by Smokey Farris

The eyes of the water are open
The ears, however can not hear
the sounds made by the cave birds
who seduce men from the bar.
and to the last sounds of the tango
the house of burlesque burns down.

Tonight we process cola nuts for the boss
But, tomorrow we break the pinantas.
Spilling candy and tortillas
into the imaginations of the nearby children.
The taste of salmon lingers on the tongues of
our parents