Chicano Poet

Monday, March 21, 2005

Centipede Child

Mr. Bones wakes up
one morning
and to his horror,

he’s a centipede child,
long, with hairy legs
that never end,

hairy even though
he’s so young.
He always

thought himself Child Harold
and not
some Kafka nightmare

killed by apples
like Adam and Eve.
Mr. Bones undulates

away from paradise
and then hears God say;
"Get your ass back here, Mr. Bones!"

Wriggling back to Wrigley Field
he answers just in time
to see that Mighty Eve has done struck out.

When he wakes up,
Mr. Bones can’t get
a leafy taste out of his mouth.


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