Chicano Poet

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Ode To A Grecian Earthquake

Robinson’s ex-wife had a mole
on the inside of her thighs
in a place meant only for a husband’s eyes,

the phonograph played Chopin.
In the kitchen the music vibrated
from a frying pan,

food itself played like a record.
Troubles of a spoon
unknown to humankind.

He mellowed in her face
all these years later
like a ladder to the autumn leaves.

Robinson turned the corner
and the buildings fell in Athens
thousands of miles from his lapel.


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