Chicano Poet

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Little Mexican Ice Age

My lover's heart
stands on the lawn.

Moonlight
interviews nice black stars.

Our darling Rio Bravo
spends the night in a motel and wets the bed.

Roses
gather like a gang across the border.

My shirttail
is a mirror.

My lover's thighs are full of paper cuts.
Her nipples soldier on into the night.

I ate the nosy Mexican neighbor's
niece.

My lover puts our dirty love sheets
in the toaster.

Thank God
we are frozen in time.

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