Chicano Poet

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Man’s Reptilian Brain

"I’m growing a
dinosaur tail!"
said Mr. Bones

and as he swung around
almost knocked Henry
off his feet.

"Woke up like this!"
he cried
from some Kafka

caca short story of his---
living in Europe
will do this to you.

Mr. Bones rambled on
like a Nash Rambler
with that dull

green paint job.
Yes, that’s Janay Gideon driving
my gravel streets

of which you can
know nothing
about her thighs.

Just then Mr. Bones wakes up
from his nightmare
and grabs his ass,

"Good, good!" he cries
deliriously happy
that his tail is not prehistoric.


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