Chicano Poet

Monday, August 20, 2007


What does it mean to Dante?
She asked the Cerberus question
as the licked Mexican struggled home(that’s me).

Little girls gathered tendons
showing off their prizes in teacups.
God in a clown suit

pinched Isadora’s butt.
I can not tell you about purgatory I said,
and sweated as I took the wheels

off the chariot, surpassing the elements,
radiation inventing itself--- a voice says,
no need for science, Sarge!

A sin walked up to us,
half of it expensive,
the other half huge like Everest.

So to this day, Dante climbs the stairs,
his forehead doubles as paradise,
and he’s holding Beatrice’s cherry in his hand.


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