Chicano Poet

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Fire Department

( a Fahrenheit 251 poem)

a drop of water
fell on my soul

it took a long time
to dry

I lifted my guaraches
chest high as precaution

you prefer noise
with candy

I hate
tomorrow questions

your pink panties
in smoke

I panic
when my soul turns

frost to flame
oh firegirl


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