Chicano Poet

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Law And Order: The Final Frontier

The boiling sun clinked along the ground,
bumped into abuela’s house,

charred it
beyond recognition.

The fire marshal
ruled it arson.

The burly cops
travelled the extra 93 million miles,

served the bright culprit
with a warrant.

They were carrying
huge, hollow handcuffs.

The perp
did not resist.


Post a Comment

<< Home