Chicano Poet

Tuesday, March 03, 2009


I was just remembering that day
when Chico got shot

while sitting in his car
outside of Salazar Grocery Store,

years later he would die
north of Luling rounding a curve

drunk on his ass.
They found him the next morning,

one DeLeon versus Perez battle
finally over,

eyes open, weeds in his mouth,
a shirt button clutched in his right hand,

his overturned car within inches,
the Aztec sun burning a hole in the sky.


At 7:20 PM, Anonymous anisa said...

Good one. I love these stories.

At 12:38 AM, Blogger RC said...



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