Chicano Poet

Tuesday, January 16, 2007


The Grim Reaper is thinking of Mark Strand.
He leans back in his thorny chair,
strokes his grassburr beard and says,

"I'm thinking of you,Mark Strand,
tomorrow I'll come swinging my scythe
making hay out of you,

put on your jacket and tie,
play the Monster Mash on your iPod
and pray to your iGod."

Just then Mark woke up from his nightmare,
put all his jackets and ties in the trash
and deleted every song from the evil, little device.


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