Chicano Poet

Monday, August 19, 2013

Surf's Up

He shot his best friend
and went surfing.

The police thought
the apartment was haunted.

The female detective
tore her girlfriend apart after work.

Bullet casings made in China
appeared to squint on the floor.

"Surf's up!" said the killer
to his remaining blonde-haired friends.

A Venice Beach ghost
emptied cupboards at Cupboards & More.

Waves limped ashore
for all to see.

Starfish blinked
like their distant cousins.

When the cops booked him,
he was still salty and brave.


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