Chicano Poet

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Speech To The Beseechers


I was with Armstrong
and claimed the moon for Mexico
to please my little Aluristas.

When I got back down
Lalo came up to me
and took my knife away.

I could not carve up Jesucristos
or carve my Carmen’s name
on barrio trees.

Ricardo towered over me
and I was stunned
by his tossing of the turquoise tongue.

Corky courted me with Denver,
told me it was
almost as high up as the moon.

So you see, you newcomers,
what chance do you have
of winning my heart?

2 Comments:

At 4:19 AM, Blogger Ivan Donn Carswell said...

Power me up Reyes, I wana fly wid u!

 
At 11:03 AM, Blogger RC said...

Sometimes I crash land,Ivan.

 

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