Chicano Poet

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Days Of Our Lives

You were always fretting
over that small mole left behind by the moon

of a word so hard to find in lush carpet

a moon rock
illegally buried in the bowels of Arizona

whales beached themselves
in Austin, Tejas

but that mole
like the dark side of the moon

comes to a gallop
and I pour used motor oil in the brackish backyard.


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