Chicano Poet

Thursday, September 14, 2006

The Chicano Buddy Love

In my disheveled hair
and thick Coca-Cola glasses,
stuttering Donald Duck voice,

I’m just the nerdy Professor of Poetry.
The shapely college girls
pay no attention to me.

But, when I drink my secret potion
I become Buddy Love,
the poet of pachuco,

the poet of desire,
the poet of libido.
The girls swoon and I eat them one by one

until their bare American bones litter the floor
of the college library.
Don’t let Jerry’s kids see this!


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