Chicano Poet

Thursday, November 01, 2012


Chamaco had a flaw
stuck in his craw

he went caw caw
but nah

he’d fly away from the very thing---
it flew with him

oh it was dark dark dark
a dog would bark

the cat’s hair
stood up in air

Chamaco walked upright
in the Rift Valley of Mexico.


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