Chamaco Caliente

Chamaco puts the pedal to the metal

tires squealing

motor roaring

poem fish-tailing

flying down the road

not taken

the poem

is a sportscar in his hands

curves in reverse

at high speed

almost losing control

of the words

the burning smell

overtakes the tongue

only when the poem

slides to a stop

do you realize

that Chamaco’s a hot         rod

pants on fire

candy apple red