Chicano Poet

Thursday, March 07, 2013

here's one for La Becky


Damp packet of sugar
in the speedboat

she was forced
to be in

her blonde hair
blowing in the spray

her chest
bouncing like the lake.

He was in love
with her every feature.

The shoreline beckoned
in her eyes.

The dock
had a ring to it

which only sparks could hear.
He piloted the speedboat

of her thighs
and throttled back the  rocky coast


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