Chicano Poet

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Hieronymouse Bush In Papalote


Mr. Bones steals the skin
from Lady Lazarus,
the breast skin,

the vagina skin,
the eyebrow skin,
the innocent elbow skin,

he wanders out into Papalote,
the American Gothic couple
stare in awe and disgust,

pitchfork at the ready,
needle in a haystack---
no problemo , , , , ,

Mr. Bones shows off
thighs that used to belong
to the Lady,

one rear in every ten,
and the London winter
too large for Papalote,

a bun in the oven,
the bread spreading nickels,
Papalote won’t recover.

5 Comments:

At 3:17 AM, Blogger chris said...

Dear Reyes,

Your "Hieronymous Bush" gave me the biggest laugh out loud in silent reading I've had since laughs were ever aloud.

Thanks!

best,
chris H murray

 
At 11:56 AM, Blogger The Lonliest Ranger said...

love your poems and, if you want, we could interview you here.

http://p072.ezboard.com/ftheforbiddenstoryfrm7

The "Orson Welles" interviews. Read them and you'll get it. Email me at joegreen66@yahoo.com.

 
At 5:17 PM, Blogger RC said...

THANKS,CHRIS.AND RANGER,THANKS ALSO BUT MR.BONES AND HENRY DON'T REALLY LIKE TO BE INTERVIEWED,THEY'RE WORD-SHY.

 
At 7:01 PM, Blogger The Lonliest Ranger said...

They didn't used to be like that -- of course Berryman was often out of it as I remember.

 
At 7:18 PM, Blogger RC said...

When Mr.Bones and Henry read you're latest post they only blinked.Times change,I guess.

 

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