Chicano Poet

Friday, April 05, 2013

Chale's Angel

Her wings
fell off in the wash.

Her god
rolled up in the desert.

High-heeled shoes
choking.

Curtain rods
come alive.

Other angels
shedding sin.

Dusty pebbles
board the bus.

Dying stars
drag themselves downtown

where only
Mexicans live.

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