Chicano Poet

Friday, November 30, 2007


Juan Diego ,Round Two

I have a scab on my ass,
I have named it Muhammed Ali.
Yes, I took a bad spill on my Harley.

While I was tumbling,
I kept calling the Lord’s name in vain.
Jesus fucking Christ.

Confined to the hospital bed
I tried to solve Zen koans
as if they were Baptist not Buddhist.

Only the ugly scab remains.
Nevertheless, I’m well on the way to recovery
relying solely on Our Lady of the Ring.