Chicano Poet

Thursday, November 05, 2009

Negative Capability

your beautiful life Rosa
buzzing in my ears

you built a dam
from clever

one I could not cross
pensive mountains in your brown hands

not much left in the box
except tall blonde eggs

your charmed life
in a purse

my lungs fill with blood
who the hell am I John Keats

my heartbreak
just a spicy little word


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