Chicano Poet

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Dubya headed to Iraq today to get his prostrate exam.
Here he is with Iraqi Doctor La Chingie A-Mami
showing him his results.

With Roethke In Tow

I have known the inexorable sadness of poets,
neat in their schools, the pain of paper,
the misery of the sound they make,

desolate and shy in public places,
brave in a bathroom, confused on the telephone,
hesitant with an overwhelming comma.

They duplicate everybody’s lives
and fill the library with rhymes
dangerous as a Lowell or a Dickinson.

You can’t pick out their faces in crowd
but they’re the ones with the inward look
that nourishes and terrifies at once.


At 4:15 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

...And some of us are so drawn to what you have to say.


At 12:31 AM, Blogger RC said...

Hey,Becky,thanks.Hope things are going well for you.


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