Chicano Poet

Thursday, December 13, 2007

One-Eyed Purple People Eater

A Cyclops has bespectacled
the people we met and befriended.
Waves scampered like puppies

you cuddled and chased after---
the Argonauts knew well submerged
only their bubbles would be visible.

We ventured into Captain Nemo’s lounge,
it was a music that forebode
our parting and our pleas.

He pointed in arrears
to the things we take for granted.
A pair of seahorses horsed around.

I looked for you for years in vain.
Climbing the cliffs of the Acropolis,
I can go back centuries in search of you.

On the beach, the face of this girl or that,
her blowing hair, her eyes, her lips.
Yet, there can be no one like us.


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