Chicano Poet

Friday, September 05, 2008

Pretty Chingaderas

-Thass is funny title, Mr. Bones.


That little blouse you are wearing
which stretches and unstretches

as you breathe the air
we all make use of,

but which bewitches me
as we drink coffee

and the buildings of New York,
(made of marshmallows, come to think of it),

gawk at us with their abandoned white eyes.
Really, is this necessary?

Later that evening,
your skirt tangled in our love-making.

3 Comments:

At 7:24 AM, Anonymous anisa said...

love this one too

 
At 12:31 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,anisa.

 
At 10:03 AM, Blogger Poet Hound said...

I enjoy this poem, too. I typed in the site name to The Page and realized I've already got it under favorites! Thanks for reminding me to go back again, I haven't stopped in for a while and have been missing out.

 

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