Chicano Poet

Monday, June 25, 2007

Haulin’ Ass Through Present Day Crystal City

Friends are always amazed at how
we have stayed together for so long,
you the patriot, me, always flying

the freak flag high as hell.
Maybe it’s true that opposites attract.
The days lay fallow, the moon had

but one purpose: to cast its shadow on empty space.
A meteor or asteroid may have strayed there
by scientific calculations

which would not be possible if man was not here.
You don’t get upset by police brutality,
I call getting a speeding ticket racism,

and call for the recall
of the local gringo city councilmen
even though they’re all Mexican now.


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