Chicano Poet

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Emily Dickandthensome

I heard a fly buzz when it buzzed.
I ain’t no goody-two-shoes Dickinson
stuck in a house with dinosaurs,

if I hear a fly buzz I don’t cuss
in a poetic language beyond time,
I get a fly swatter for the squatter.

I reach for the bleach
to get rid of all these brown people
and then attend church steeple.

I heard a fly buzz when it buzzed,
it flew about the ceiling and the sky
vexed because it could only see convex.


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