Chicano Poet

Friday, August 02, 2013

Phonebooth Dinosaur

Saw you at the park today
my heart went pitter patter

dark clouds rose
higher and higher into the lowering sky

your mother had bought you a new bra
last time we talked

the sides of the sun
were on fire

was a raging map on Google

the NSA
knew what panties you wore each day

did Edison envision
this kind of illicit love?


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