Chicano Poet

Monday, October 05, 2009


the year was 8419
when i awoke

moon sugars divided
at center

your ankles in a poem
of steel

kiss stretched
between a seven

i had to share you
with a cloud and bread

scent of sierras
rotted like an old pier

neglected eyes soft shoulders
twilight raging

but i was ten years old
silent and needle-nosed


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