Chicano Poet

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Little Joe Y La Familia Lost In Time

I went to New Jersey
but he wasn’t there anymore.
I dug for Jimmy Hoffa instead.

I went to California to look for Emily’s aunt---
they said she’d never lived there.
Oh, frigid, quaint New England.

I blew up Texas in my trousers
with Marilyn askew in the last doorway.
Those Mexicans sure did a job on Davy.

I went back to New Jersey
and insisted that Billy show himself.
But his wife wore the pants in that family.

2 Comments:

At 7:44 AM, Blogger Didi Menendez said...

friggin' ay man.

d.

 
At 12:20 PM, Blogger RC said...

A man has to know his place.

 

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