Chicano Poet

Friday, March 05, 2010


When there was a death in the family,
grandma covered the mirror with a sheet,

told us boys we couldn’t watch tv
for a thousand years,

said, don’t turn on the radio either.
I questioned myself sarcastically,

can I scratch the sun’s round ball,
can I look into the naked, virgin moon?

And sure enough when grandma went
to the wake or the funeral,

I’d turn on the tv
and keep a good eye on the driveway,

lest I be surprised---
Dios and God not being equal.


At 10:51 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Muy bien. I like the humor.

At 5:55 PM, Blogger RC said...



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