Chicano Poet

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Ride The Wild Turf

Chamaco drank the clouds
put out the sun

his girlfriend boogalooed
her friend god-flew

farm chickens hang ten past tense
the city ones gang bang

buses derailed
planes grew candy tales

abuela was Quetzalcoatl
La Virgen was a bottle

Chamaco stuck his head
into his hand

what the Mayans brought
was nobody’s turf


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