Chicano Poet

Monday, January 30, 2006

Listening To Elvis Costello’s “Pump It Up”

Elvis Costello me corta el pelo
Jennifer Lopez ass cielo
ese pinche Superman sin vuelo

flying in and out of New York City.
Henry seen him often
when he lived in Greenwich Village.

Enrique te ha dicho
that he ain’t Mr. Hueso’s bitcho,
don’t you be a snitcho.

Henry took the subway
so long ago to watch
the Yankees play the Phillies,

he took his glove, maybe he will
catch a foul ball,
maybe end up in the Hall

of Fame under his own name.
Elvis Costello me corta el pelo
there comes Stevie Reeves with paper muscles.

Henry’s hair lies on the floor
like the black hole at the center of the Milky Way
sucking poetry of its poetry.

Whatever it spits out on the other side
Mr. Bones trips over it
on the way out of the barber shop.