Chicano Poet

Friday, January 11, 2008

Contrast The Foregoing With This: Turin, 2008

There were so many things to see
inside the Louvre,
for example, Van Gogh’s ear, Sartre’s nothingness.

A part of the Mediterranean
brought back by the Crusaders
still in chains in a dark corner.

Soon I knew I’d worn out my welcome.
It finally sunk in
when the French girls

started wearing panties
and an ancient Mick Jagger
didn’t care.

Gotta be heading back to Turin,
someone take that hunchback to a chiropractor,
someone release Napoleon --- Leon to his black friends.

Hope Al Sharpeton
don’t get me fired from my cushy desk job
praising Etruscan jars.


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