Chicano Poet

Monday, July 29, 2013

A La Vibora

He wears the mask
and no one knows that he's a serpent.

The girls in skirts
crown babies.

Chains which bind
are hollow.

Tongue can slip
into the fog of  love.

Flood waters
coil in an arroyo,

and the drowning
taste of pepper.

A serpent can dream
just like a man.

Dust dropped from a vagina
blind the best.

But the soul
can not be shed.


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