Chicano Poet

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

White Casablanca

Henry Casablanca
sat at the bar
while Mr. Bones

was playing “As Time
Goes By”
on a piano

that stretched
way out
into the desert,

the hot wind
making dunes
in the shape

of a woman’s buttocks,
but Henry couldn’t think
of that

because he
was in love
when suddenly the Nazis

startled him
out of his daydream
and

the desert
wiggled its tail
like a snake swastika.

Mr. Bones
and the piano
walked away without the black keys

and were
blinded
by the white ones.

Just before the airplane
lifted off the runway,
it ran over a frog.

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