Chicano Poet

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Ando Volando Bajo

Would we have been like Ted and Sylvia,
or like Cal and Elizabeth?

Cesar on the streets of Paris,
his poems shaking apart the streetlamps

while Georgette placed morsels
in the boiling water.

Van Gogh wandering the country lanes,
not knowing what new love

would get his other ear.
I’m your Pedro Infante

going down on a plane
instead of on you.


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