Chicano Poet

Friday, July 29, 2011

El Corno Emplumado

Your body floats
and falls thru my mind

like dripping cotton candy
your discarded clothes

blame me
I toss down my wings

my neighbor (the monster)
drags his bad leg

in his backyard garden
spying on us

your hourglass shape
bruises my minutes and my hours

what good is life
without its feathered horns


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