Chicano Poet

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Hair On Fire To The Power Of Tu

Her hair was on fire
and rain fueled it.

Her eyes fell out
like twigs.

Her breasts shriveled
and darkened.

Her smile became tar,
hot and sticky.

Her thighs smelled
of burnt forest animal.

The smoke rose highhhhh
and farawayyyyy.

It plungeddddd back to earth
in rectangles.

Each corner can be recognized
as her.


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