Chicano Poet

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Stick Figure Episodes

She draws stick figures
of a mountain,

every butterfly belongs
to a part of speech.

The eyes of a fly
also a stick figure.

Trees tower
above the towers.

She lies naked
like an axe.

The blade of her lips
in my gut.

She is innocent
like tomorrow.

Time bombs tick
in her email.

Her stick figures
admire each other.

A stick sword
cuts a stick spider in stick half.

She giggles
thinking she’s invented funny.

And in my horrible heart
she has.


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