Chicano Poet

Friday, November 09, 2007


The girls break down the door,
offer Davy all the pleasures God dictates.
The other Monkees descend from the trees,

frolic amidst discarded panties.
Peter toys with the idea
that his mother’s side of the family

is cousin to the spiders.
A spinning Jenny is busy making
Mike’s new cap.

Davy is washing up,
climbing into his Monkee boots---
akin to Beatle boots but less well-known.

The girls wag their tails like puppies.
Our heroes speed away
with the top down, their eyes aglow.


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