Chicano Poet

Tuesday, July 30, 2013


She was like a rockslide
in my heart

dust everywhere
her eyes

like small pebbles
lips of sandstone

tongue of flint
only when it was all over

did I find the bruises
and the broken bones.


At 6:42 AM, Blogger Lillian Susan Thomas said...

This could be made into song lyrics if you wanted, it has that kind of edginess. I esp. like the fresh imagery.


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