Chicano Poet

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Driving To Aztlan

When AMC came out
with their Pacer
(that little

Jettson-looking car)
Carmen rushed
out to get one.

It was purple
like the
purple people- eaters.

On one trip to Austin
the radio put out radio waves
of Juanita Mitchell,

the hissing
of the summer barrios
became louder and louder

like La Llorona llorando
crying over spilt
breast milk.

We saw her children
rushing the interstate,
their heads

shaped like
they pyramid of the sun,
their obsidian hair

became dull and less
menacing only after
the song ended.

We pulled into Austin
just before
chicano poetry arrived.


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