Chicano Poet

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Ponte Trucha

The illegal aliens
made a run for it,

but the t-rex
knew what she was doing.

La chamaca
snapped a picture with her phone.

Sangre was going everywhere.
It was like a fiesta.

Cohetes popping
like popcorn,

though in this case,
it was cojones.

Life was hard
in pre-hysterical Arizona.

Its wild life has all but vanished now,
except for its giant dumb-blonde lizard.


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